Ghostly arms, invisible to ordinary people, kept extending until they precisely seized a meteor beyond the atmosphere.
The ghostly arms ruthlessly dragged it down, forcibly altering the trajectory of the dozens-of-meters-long meteor that could be called an asteroid, like plucking fruit from a tree and hurling it hard to the ground. The falling star illuminated the entire sky, as dazzling as a plummeting sun. Witches, Sages, and angels locked in battle, along with mobs busy looting amid the chaos or bullying those weaker than themselves, all raised their heads in unison and stared up at the meteor tearing through the air with a thunderous roar.
Bayonetta leaped from the nearly incinerated rock she had been standing on without hesitation.
Flapping the black-violet wings on her back, she shot into the sky like a pitch-black arrow flying toward the meteor.
Her cloudlike black hair danced around her body as though alive, then twisted into a strand and plunged into a black portal. Immediately afterward, the smiling Madame Butterfly emerged halfway from the portal. Even the female demon's enormous body seemed somewhat small before the burning meteor, but Madame Butterfly did not appear to care about the disparity at all—she clenched her fist, leaned back, and tensed her entire body like a spring compressed to its limit. The meteor drew closer and closer, so close that those on the ground had to shut their eyes and turn away to keep their retinas from being scorched; so close that the night ended early, and all the filth brought by the black curtain of darkness began to evaporate in the rising heat; so close that the light pierced through the opaque clouds and dead branches and fallen leaves began to burn of their own accord. Only then did Madame Butterfly move.
She suddenly lunged