When the light faded, a figure stood suspended in the air between Aldermond and Naya.
The entire stadium fell silent.
White wings—pristine, radiant, and absolutely breathtaking—spread majestically across the sky. Each feather seemed to glow with inner light, casting away the oppressive darkness of the Nether Realm like dawn breaking over a cursed land.
A golden crown floated above her head, not resting on it but hovering in gentle rotation, emanating waves of holy power that made every demon's skin crawl with instinctive revulsion.
Alisha descended with feline grace, her movements fluid and elegant. In her arms, she held Missy carefully, a protective barrier of soft light wrapped around the young girl to keep her safe.
Her eyes—once merely determined—now blazed with divine authority, and her presence commanded the battlefield with an intensity that rivaled even Naya's.
Aldermond stared, his composed mask cracking for the first time.
"Lady of the Church?!"
