"Boom!"
Another thunderclap rang out as Harley hovered in midair, panting heavily.
By now, the crimson mark on her forehead had silently spread, and the skin beneath her robes was covered in intricate, dazzling patterns.
Those patterns continued to spread, burrowing deeper into her skin as though they intended to contaminate even her flesh and blood.
This symbolized the City of Cataclysm's recognition of Harley, but it also meant that its power was eroding her.
It was both a blessing and a catastrophe.
The two Great Old One avatars facing her did not appear to be in particularly bad condition, but compared to before, they had visibly weakened.
Behind the Mother Goddess of Depravity hung a full moon from the Moon Pathway. Flowers and plants surrounded her, while she tightly gripped a bloody long whip formed from her power.
Yet most of those plants showed faint signs of decay, as though they had been corroded by the apocalypse. The full moon had also dimmed, no longer as bright as before.
The golden radiance of rules around the Son of Chaos had become somewhat disordered. At some point, an unstable layer of mist had appeared around his body, though it too was beginning to disperse.
Both Great Old Ones wore deeply puzzled expressions.
"Has she gone mad?" The Mother Goddess of Depravity uttered obscure, incomprehensible syllables. "She is merely an Archangel. How could she dare allow the City of Cataclysm to erode her so freely?"
"I don't know. When I prepared for this operation, the rule-based authorities controlled by my true body evolved countless times."
The Son of Chaos remained expressionless, though a trace of gloom lay in his eyes.
"But I never deduced an outcome like this."
"Perhaps this is the humanity she spoke to me about before, though I