Dozens of invisible spatial cuts formed across the open sky, each one sharp enough to carve through mountains and slice apart the very fabric of space. They converged upon her from every direction in the same instant, leaving no clear route of escape.
Zenith did not move, but the blood wings behind her did. One of the long crimson branches swept gently through the air.
Shing!
The spatial cuts shattered. Every single one of them.
The fractured lines of space dissolved into countless shimmering fragments around Zenith, fading harmlessly before they could touch her body.
Asmodeus' eyes widened in shock. He barely had time to process what had happened before Zenith disappeared in a blur.
Boom!
Her fist struck his stomach.
The impact folded Asmodeus' body around her hand and blasted him through the air like a falling star. The shockwave erupted outward in a vast circular ring, shredding clouds across the horizon and flattening what little remained of the castle beneath them.
