"Attack with everything you have!" the Godslayer Human roared, his voice thunderous, crackling with fury and divine pressure.
As he spoke, a colossal well of energy burst open behind him—an ethereal vortex of raw power that warped the air around it, erasing everything it touched. Reality itself seemed to bend in protest. A devastating aura radiated from the sigil embedded in his chest, and the skies above the fortress darkened in response.
Beside him, the Anima Machinarium wasted no time. Her skeletal form shimmered as she summoned a tide of shadow, an ocean of roiling, pitch-black death. The darkness pulsed with unnatural hunger and screamed with the voices of those long forgotten. Her aura coalesced into a monstrous serpent of death and decay, swirling around her like a primordial beast waiting to strike.
