At the same time, a warm trickle of water flows from the sensor faucet.
She pressed a pump of hand sanitizer, interlaced her fingers, and casually rubbed them under the running water.
The fine, white foam slid down my knuckles and was quickly rinsed away with water.
She then looked up and examined her face in the mirror.
An elegant, serene, and intellectual beauty.
But just as she pulled out a dry, absorbent cotton cloth, preparing to wipe away the dampness from her fingertips...
A drop of cold water hanging from the faucet fell into the porcelain basin.
"Tick-tock!"
And it was under this faint, soft sound that Diana remained calm.
His eyes, which even held a hint of melancholy, seemed to sense something and suddenly trembled.
The warning signs deeply rooted in her divinity resounded once again after more than sixty years!
That's... the smell of war.
She can smell it, and she can sense it—
This aura forcefully shattered the Earth's atmosphere and rushed straight into her senses.
Diana, looking in the mirror, began to breathe heavily.
Those deep, beautiful eyes narrowed, then transformed into two needle-like points gleaming with cold light.
War has broken out, which means Ares is about to be resurrected.
And this war... came from outer space!
The outer world she had never been to before.
If she continues to adhere to her ironclad rules.
... Perhaps in a few days, this museum, and this group of mortals engaging in grandiloquent discussions...
Even the world she spent nearly a century learning to love will become a patch of black ash from an extraterrestrial attack.
But if she takes that step...
If she were to retrieve the Godkiller Sword from the sealed lead box once more, she could once again display the divine power before mortals.
Then, the modern order, which is already different from the old one, will quickly fall apart.
"Snap...!!"
Diana's fingers, which were braced against the edge of the marble countertop, unconsciously clenched in a fit of intense impulse.
The hard, dense slab of imported marble brittled like a tortilla under her slender, sensual fingers.
Five cracks, each half an inch deep, burst open from her palm, and spiderweb-like fissures spread across the entire mirror stand.
Stone chips fell in a soft rustling sound.
Diana slowly raised her head, staring at her beautiful yet solemn face in the mirror.
The hesitation in his eyes eventually turned into relief.
"Peace..."
Her bright red lips parted slightly, and she uttered a soft sentence between her teeth:
"Perhaps we were never meant to choose it... Oh well."
Diana raised her hand and deftly removed the gold hairpin that held her long hair in place.
The dark side of Pluto.
The enormous canvas extends outwards from both sides in an absolute vacuum.
It was stretched into a vertical format with a 1.43:1 aspect ratio, characteristic of 70mm film.
At this moment, deep space took on a cold, inky color.
The three-mile-long " Black Zero " mothership lies motionless in the ice and dust of the asteroid belt.
The camera cuts vertically through the layers of heavy armor, panning straight into the central hall of the mothership's lower deck.
A close-up with shallow depth of field, slowly panning close to the deck.
"Clatter!"
A splatter of bright red blood splashed straight onto the deck's mesh.
Ahead of the bloodstains lay a severed arm, broken at the shoulder.
The bone fragments at the break were exposed, and the muscle fibers curled outwards like severed steel wires.
Thick blood plasma mixed with bone marrow slowly overflowed under 0.8 times the standard gravity.
The owner of the severed arm was slumped to his knees on the mothership's floor.
Val-Zod, the Krypton vanguard, pressed his right hand firmly against the bloody, mangled gash on his left shoulder.
His breathing was rapid, and large beads of cold sweat mixed with blood foam splattered down his chin and onto the floor.
Two steps in front of him, the camera slowly tilted upwards along the boots.
Zod stood backlit in the very center of the steps.
Two hands covered with titanium carbide exoskeletons hung at his sides, dark red blood dripping from his protruding knuckles.
It's very cold.
The camera cuts straight ahead, quickly zooming in on Zod's eye socket.
Those should have been a pair of gray eyes filled with rationality.
However, in the very center of the pupil, the blood vessels deep within the retina exhibit a pathological, deformed, waxy yellow spasm.
An ancient entity originating from deep space had already quietly taken root in his nerve plexus.
It did not diminish the will to seek revenge.
Instead, his fear of "ethnic extinction" fermented into a destructive tyranny.
In the shadows below the stairs.
Faora stood like a statue on the side of the command center.
A rare, tense, shadowy glint flashed in those beautiful eyes hidden above the breathing valve.
Her right hand rested on the handle of the light blade at her waist, her fingers clenched tightly together.
She knew what the person kneeling on the ground had done wrong.
I also know... he might not be wrong.
In fact... that's what everyone thinks.
Just three minutes ago.
The moment the advance reconnaissance ship was sliced into sashimi by John in the Atlantic Ocean.
Val-Zod was the only one on the entire command bridge who stood up and tried to stop Zod.
"... The vanguard ship was destroyed instantly, General. That was an unknown entity to us."
"Without establishing air superiority and without understanding the mechanism of that Heat Vision..."
Blindly throwing the ' World Engine ' directly into the Earth's crust is absolutely... suicidal!
If the engine is intercepted during the trajectory change and descent.
Our final genetic Codex and progeny will be reduced to black ash in the planet's atmosphere!
This is too hasty; we need to conduct reconnaissance several times first.
Val-Zod didn't even get to finish the last two words.
"Buzz!!"
Zod then drew his tactical high-frequency blade from his waist.
In an extremely short, barely perceptible timeframe.
They shattered his shoulder guards and then cut off his arm.
"Blindly acting?"
Zod spoke.