Sanjid's face showed guilt as his eyes lingered on the scars across Bella's body. She caught his expression and gave a small, faint smile.
"This time, you did well," she said, her voice calm but carrying weight. "If you really manage to kill the Demon King, I might even reward you with the Bloody Rose and the Goddess of War."
She wasn't joking.
With the power she now possessed, those two weapons could no longer keep up with her abilities. Her attack known as Atomic Collapse was far more versatile, and in terms of raw single-target destruction, it was no weaker than anything she had before. And that was without counting her group-killing techniques—among them, her EX-level abilities and the still-developing Supernova, which promised even greater devastation.
The Rose and War Spears, once her pride, were now pseudo-artifacts she had essentially retired. Giving them to Sanjid wouldn't be a problem.
Of course, these were not ordinary weapons. Forged from Holy Light Stone, they had been designed to destroy demons from the very beginning. Later, the Dwarf King himself had reforged them with the precious metal Uru. Bella had personally layered them with countless spells, charms, and enchantments over time.
By now, they were weapons that rivaled true artifacts in power.
Worse—or perhaps better, depending on perspective—these guns had taken countless lives. The killing intent they carried was overwhelming, far beyond what someone like Sanjid could withstand. Holding them too long would poison his mind, eroding his will and sanity.
Sanjid knew this. When facing Mephisto earlier, he had summoned the two guns, but almost immediately felt his mind buckle under the pressure of their murderous aura. It was like being drowned in centuries of bloodlust.
He had barely kept control.
Bella's unspoken message was clear—the day you are strong enough, you will be worthy of them. Not before.
Before she could say more, a low, hungry roar split the air.
Bella's expression hardened, her head snapping toward the sound. In the distance, a massive tide of Blood Clan was rushing toward them. Their eyes glowed red with unrestrained hunger, their movements fast and inhuman.
Whatever shreds of fear or reason they once had were gone.
Now there was only bloodlust.
The newly turned ones—low-level Blood Clan—were faster than any normal human. They were closing the distance quickly.
Thor shifted, planting his feet. Mjolnir spun in his hand, crackling with fierce lightning. His eyes narrowed with battle-readiness. Around him, the others braced for a fight.
Bella let out a soft sigh, a sound tinged with regret.
She knew the truth—these creatures were victims once. Innocent people Mephisto had twisted into monsters. But the reality was cruel: once transformed, there was no going back. Low-level Blood Clan existed for one purpose only—to hunt and kill humans.
She was not a god. She could not save everyone. And she had neither the time nor the luxury to try.
Her pale, slender hand rose into the air—a hand so perfect it could have driven men mad—yet the power it released could destroy worlds.
In an instant, a blazing sun burst into existence high above. Its heat was suffocating, its light scorching away the darkness and burning the falling rain to steam.
The Blood Clan screamed. Sunlight was their natural enemy.
But the first to burn were not the attackers—they were the Death Walkers lingering behind Bella. Though the sun was conjured, its energy was no less deadly.
Selena and Kraven moved instantly. In one fluid motion, they threw their trench coats over themselves, curling into tight shapes to block the light.
The Death Walkers weren't so lucky. A second too slow, they erupted into flames, their bodies crumbling into drifting ash within moments.
Bella did not turn to watch. Her eyes stayed fixed forward, the faintest smirk on her lips. She respected Selena and Kraven's quick thinking.
"Mephisto will be buried with you," she said coldly. "Go in peace."
The blazing sun in the sky collapsed into a falling meteor. It plummeted toward the Blood Clan, dragging a tail of fire like the end of the world. The vampires froze, eyes wide in blind terror, but there was no time for screams.
The impact was apocalyptic.
A deafening roar shook the heavens. A mushroom cloud bloomed in the distance as the ground split apart. The shockwave tore through the air, forcing everyone to shield their eyes from the blinding white light.
In an instant, more than ten thousand Blood Clan were annihilated—burned to nothing, not even ash left behind.
The heat wave was intense. Thor stepped in front of the others, blocking them with his body, but still felt the fiery wind searing his skin. He smelled the tips of his golden hair scorching and curling, yet his mind barely registered it.
He was too stunned by the sheer magnitude of Bella's power.
"She's… grown even stronger," he murmured, leaning against the wind. He remembered their sparring in Asgard's arena—back then, the gap between them had been wide, but he believed he could close it. Now? That gap was a canyon, wider than ever.
The energy she had unleashed here was terrifying, and from her calm expression, he could tell she hadn't even used her full strength.
If she ever did… Thor didn't want to imagine it.
Captain America, Tony, and the others were equally stunned.
Tony, of course, had already known a little. He'd once captured footage of Bella testing a similar move in the Pacific Ocean through military satellites. Seeing it in person was something else entirely.
This was flare-level bombing—something a human should not have been able to produce with their own body.
Was she still human at all? Or was she becoming something closer to a god?
The fiery storm raged for only a few dozen seconds, but it was enough. When the last gust of heated wind faded, everyone slowly lowered their arms.
Ahead of them, the battlefield was gone.
In its place was a crater several kilometers wide, its edges blackened and still smoking. The very soil had fused into glass from the heat. The Blood Clan were gone—every last one of them.
Tony let out a low whistle, visor still down to protect his face from the lingering heat. "Tsk tsk… Simulating the sun itself—forget the strength, Bella, it's your mind that's terrifying. If you went into science, you'd be in the history books. You might even surpass everyone before you."
Behind him, Natasha, Barton, and Captain America were still brushing curls of singed hair from their heads.
Bella didn't react to Tony's compliment. She stood there quietly, her expression unreadable.
Thor might not understand how impossible it was to recreate a sun, but the others knew exactly how much intelligence and control such a feat required.
And Sanjid? He stood there speechless, realizing more than ever that her power was on an entirely different level.
The crater still steamed in the distance, a silent grave for the thousands who had fallen to her light.
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