It was only a momentary flash.
More than a thousand mortals whom the Sea of Thunder had never even deigned to notice gathered their souls together and unleashed such terrifying power!
That berserk force converged upon an iron fist, outlining a rigid, suffocatingly square silhouette.
Even measured against a Creator's standards, every Metal Crystal Lattice upon it was indistinguishable—size, shape, composition, hardness, toughness.
As though it had been born that way.
Too stubborn to ever learn change, yet outrageously indestructible!
Now, steel forged from pure souls descended, delivering destruction—
Yet the will erupting from within it drew even the rulers' attention.
It simply turned its soul into steel and brutally collided with the Crowned One's soul.
The sturdy endured, the weak shattered; the strong won, the weak died!
For the Descendants of Giants, there could be no more beautiful sight!
Thanks to the surgery completed only recently, as well as the chips and auxiliary modules implanted within her body, Nemet's strike carried the weight of the entire legion's souls. Even the Crowned One was cleanly and decisively crippled by that blow!
This power from Solomon had already been bestowed upon the inheritors...
This was a giant of the Present Realm!
After throwing that punch, Nemet could barely raise her head. Her body, drained dry of Source Matter, was so depleted that she could scarcely maintain consciousness.
An enraged roar rose from the far end of the storm's path.
The mangled Crowned One straightened up. Black blood dripped to the ground, hissing as it fell. That ruined face lifted again, its single eye fixed upon its enemy.
Its grievously wounded soul brought unprecedented pain and madness.
With one stomp, it crushed the subordinate blocking its way into pulp.
Its lone arm hammered against its chest as it howled and roared.
Then