The Abyssal Empress looked at him, the contempt in her eyes deepening.
"Hmph."
She lifted her palm and gave it a lazy little sway in midair.
"You want to fight?"
The bell at her wrist chimed as it moved.
Ding-ding-ding…
The instant that clear, crisp sound spread, terrifying energy rushed in from every direction at once. Power was drawn out of spatial cracks, the battlefield's lingering aftermath, the Infernal Abyss aura in the air, even the world's own source—pulled together and compressed in her palm until it took shape as a gigantic bird.
The bird unfurled its wings. Countless elemental forces flowed through its feathers.
Lightning, water, flame, shadow, chaos, demonic power—everything intertwined. And at the core lurked the Infernal Abyss's unique, overbearing presence, heavy enough to make the sky feel bruised.
"Looking to die," the Abyssal Empress said coolly.
Her palm pushed forward, almost gentle.
