The impact of the Judgment Cut End still vibrated in the air—not just in the arena, but in the very fabric of reality. The dimensional tear remained as a glowing scar floating in space, a silent testament to something that shouldn't exist.
A cut capable of rupturing a dimension.
A feat incomprehensible even to gods.
The demonic energy in the environment still dispersed, like cosmic dust seeking a place to rest after being molded beyond possibility.
It was, at first glance, a dimensional blow.
But it wasn't just that.
Vergil had manipulated the very existence of demonic energy, using every fragment present in the world—as fulcrums, as lines of tension—to weave an impossible blow.
Shiva watched in silence.
He had seen transcendental attacks, ancient techniques, forbidden arts.
Nothing compared.
The mind of the god of destruction replayed the movement repeatedly, analyzing each microscopic cut, each fold of space. The more she saw, the less she understood.
