Then—
RUMMMMMBLE—
The world groaned around them.
Lily stood at the edge of that massive rift tearing through sky and sea.
Gales howled, waves thrashed.
The Infernal Essence pouring out from the depths of the rift whipped through the storm, merging into an invisible torrent that surged straight into her body.
Her aura skyrocketed—fast enough to watch with the naked eye, layer after layer stacking in real time.
"Not bad," Lily murmured, though clear disappointment laced her voice.
"But this amount of Infernal energy… still not enough."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, gaze cutting straight through the churning ocean like it wasn't even there.
"Kardamon."
"You've already hoarded the majority of the Infernal Essence in this region."
"In that case—"
"Don't blame me for coming to take it myself."
The moment the words left her lips—
A massive pale-white greatsword materialized in her hand.
No charge-up. No buildup.
She simply swung it down.
And the ocean split.
