Su Jiyai's wings flared behind her as she raised her hand. "So this is what's left of a fallen god," she said quietly.
Deimos's eyes burned with hate. "You pity me?" he spat.
She smiled faintly. "No. I just find it ironic."
Before he could respond, she swung her arm through the air, and a massive fireball formed at her palm... bright, scorching, alive.
The flames twisted into a sphere of molten gold, pulsing with the combined strength of her powers: fire, space, and life itself.
"This ends here," she whispered.
Then she released it.
The fireball shot forward, tearing through the air like a comet, its heat so intense that even the void itself seemed to recoil.
Deimos raised his arms, summoning a wall of black energy to defend himself, but the barrier cracked instantly under the onslaught.
The explosion that followed was blinding. Fire and shadow clashed in a storm of destruction, lighting up the dying world with colors unseen by mortal eyes.
