The battlefield had grown eerily still after Veil's swallowing of the six titans—too still for a place that had just moments ago been an ocean of chaos and screaming metal.
The shadows Veil had woven still lingered like black tar beneath their feet, trembling faintly as if exhausted. The stench of burnt stone and scorched titan flesh hung in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of mana that still crackled between the scattered corpses.
The demon lord's knees threatened to give way the LAW forcing her to bend the knee....but she locked them, refusing to kneel—not here, not now. The echo of her own thoughts rang in her head like the toll of a deep bell:
'I am the Chosen one.'
She could still feel the phantom weight of the LAW pressing on her—like chains of glass biting into her skin—but she shoved it away with the same stubborn fire that had carried her this far.
'I reigned supreme not because of my strength… but because of the way I chose to live.'
