The sky dimmed unnaturally as the last of the divine monsters fell with a guttural scream that echoed into silence.
The scorched earth trembled with a heavy stillness—an unnatural pause that spoke of something far more sinister approaching.
Nigel shifted uneasily, gripping his sword tightly.
"Something's coming…"
Kyle didn't answer.
He felt it.
A pulse—an immense wave of divine pressure that cracked the air itself. Then, a blinding column of light surged from the hills ahead.
Trees withered in its glow, and the very wind grew heavy. From within that divine brilliance, a figure slowly descended, barefoot upon the ground that now glistened with sanctified light.
The God of Justice had arrived.
His form shimmered—both man and divinity, wrapped in gold and white. His eyes glowed like miniature suns, and his voice rolled out like a thousand judgments spoken at once.
"You've killed my soldiers. You've defied divinity. And now, you will fall here."
