The colossal, demonic hand, a perfect mirror of Sunny's own attack, descended from the void.
It moved with a slow and unstoppable grace. It was not just an attack; it was a mockery, a declaration from Edgar that anything Sunny could create, he could corrupt and use as his.
The six billion Gods watching this horrifying spectacle through Thea's live broadcast, felt an existential dread.
This hand was not aimed at them, but they felt as if it were. It was a force that seemed to transcend the very concept of defense, a power so vast that even their nine gifted lives felt like a meaningless, fleeting comfort.
Sunny and Adam, however, stood their ground, their divine forms blazing in the shadow of the descending mountain.
They stared at the barrier of the God's Domain; their last wall of defence that had, just hours before, repelled the hunger of a Void Beast.
