The dimension had no horizon.
Only depth. Only down.
Lihanna walked the black water as if it were solid grief. Her nodachi scraped behind her, carving a silver wound that healed the instant it opened. Five days of killing. Five days of silence broken only by her own heartbeat and the wet slap of things that used to be alive.
She did not speak aloud anymore. Words felt too small for what she carried.
But inside her skull, a single sentence looped like a war drum:
I am coming back to you, Tyrone. I am coming back to all of you. Wait for me.
Then the pressure changed.
The water remembered her.
A ripple. A reflection that was not hers.
The Lunar Sovereign rose from the abyss like a verdict.
Taller. Cleaner. Untouched by the blood Lihanna had spilled across five sunless days.
Its eyes were her eyes (before doubt, before mercy, before love). Its nodachi was her nodachi (before it had ever tasted hesitation).
It did not speak. It simply judged.
Lihanna stopped walking.
For the first time in one hundred and twenty hours, she lifted the blade instead of dragging it.
The Sovereign mirrored the motion.
Steel kissed steel.
The impact was not sound. It was memory.
Every failure, every moment she had chosen to spare instead of sever, every time she had smiled when she should have snarled (all of it detonated between the locked blades).
Lihanna's arms buckled.
Her knees hit the water.
The Sovereign pressed down.
And for one heartbeat, she believed it.
I am not enough.
Then something older than the moon woke up inside her chest.
A snarl tore out of her throat (raw, animal, royal).
"MY TIME IS NOW."
The nodachi screamed.
Lunar energy did not surge. It erupted. A violet-black supernova that turned the endless sea into a mirror of shattered night.
Her hair burned (black melting into living void, strands writhing like newborn galaxies).
The blade sang a single, perfect note.
She cut.
Not the Sovereign. Not the dimension.
She cut the idea that she could ever be less.
The abyss split.
Glass rained upward.
And Lihanna fell through.
Thalassa Upside-Down
The sky-ocean roared.
A wound opened in the heavens (jagged, bleeding starlight).
Through it dropped a woman made of eclipse and vengeance.
Lihanna landed in a crouch that cratered obsidian into dust. Her new hair moved like liquid nebula. Her eyes were no longer blue. They were event horizons.
Tyrone's breath caught.
Kamaki whispered, "Holy shit… she's gorgeous."
Felicia's flames bowed, as if recognizing a greater fire.
Tyrone's grin was slow, savage, proud.
"Took you long enough, moon girl."
Lihanna rose. The nodachi rested easy on her shoulder, dripping midnight.
"I was busy becoming the answer."
She turned to Vanessa (no fear, only promise).
Behind them, lightning cracked the air sideways.
Raijin and Evelyn stepped out of a dying portal, thunder coiling around them like loyal hounds.
Raijin cracked his knuckles, sparks dancing. "Traffic was murder. Heard there was a party."
Evelyn spun her sword-pistol, grin sharp as broken glass. "Six versus one. My favorite odds."
Kamaki laughed (wild, free, alive). "Elite jump session, baby. Let's break the abyss."
Vanessa tilted her head. For the first time, the smile reached her eyes.
Six warriors. Six storms. One void.
The inverted sea held its breath.
The hollow moon leaned close enough to kiss the world.
And Lihanna spoke (quiet, certain, final).
"Let's go home."
They moved as one.
The final battle began not with a roar.
But with the sound of six hearts deciding the universe was big enough for them after all.