"Witch, wake up."
Lysithea opened her eyes in a daze and saw Sonia's pale face. It took her a second to realize what had happened—she had actually passed out!
Agonizing pain, almost enough to break a person, came from every limb and bone, and her soul felt as if it had been torn apart. Her healing miracle had not had much effect, but at least it stopped the pain from hindering her movements.
All she could see was stormy smoke and dust formed by turbulent spells. Lysithea looked around, and her heart plunged as if into an ice cellar.
First, a full quarter of heaven had collapsed and disintegrated, and the collapse was still spreading. But that was nothing. After all, they had not yet developed their heaven; if it collapsed, they could simply expand it again afterward.
What truly drove Lysithea to despair was the damage to their World Secret Domains.
Only half of the Ancient Battlefield remained. Wind Flower Snow Moon had shrunk by a third. Although the Hanging Garden had not diminished in scale, one of its Eternal Miracles had completely exploded, leaving broken walls and ruins everywhere.
Vishy was swaying as he stood up. It was clear he had also been gravely injured, but there was no time to treat his wounds now, so he could only force down all his discomfort and return to battle condition. Just now, they had even gained the upper hand in their clash with the Angels, so Lysithea had thought this crisis had passed like that. The worst outcome should only have been a standoff with the Divine Lords, without too much danger... Yet the moment the Divine Lords struck, they shattered them outright.
"But the gap shouldn't be this huge..."
Lysithea murmured:
"They're using the same techniques as us.