The violet beams lanced through the air with merciless precision, each branching arc carving through the horde like a scythe through wheat, erasing duplicates in bursts of incandescent entropy.
The leader's mind raced, a storm of instinct and calculation clashing against the madness that defined her existence.
Every fiber of her being screamed retreat, survival, anything but this slaughter, but the weight of command pinned her in place, her claws digging into the cracked earth as she watched her sisters dissolve into nothingness.
The Renenutet's Judgment—though she knew it only as some unseen and unrelenting force—fired relentlessly, its hyper-concentrated balls forming faster now, the intervals shrinking from the initial ten seconds to mere heartbeats, grating the army like cheese under a blade.
