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The crossed stars collided at the center of the universe, annihilating each other in an instant.
Fires scattered like specks, resembling remnants of stars in a world of silence.
Amidst the falling rain-like sparks, a slender shadow fell silently. The thin sword in her hand trembled, with cracks spreading across the side of the blade, dim and dull, like sprouts bursting from the earth.
"Snap," a faint sound was heard, and the shape of the thin sword collapsed. The Divine Weapon that accompanied her through billions of battlefields shattered into pitch-black dust, dispersing like smoke.
Her vision gradually blurred. She no longer felt strength in her hands.
A long-absent sense of weakness surged from the depths of her heart. Accompanying it was an almost irrational anger.
She shouldn't have lost.
You broke the rules. You cheated. Recklessly using others' powers, unreasonably pouring your own emotions into my heart.
How can one win like this?
