"If my calculations are correct… then maybe, just maybe, this can be done."
Bella muttered to herself. Her golden eyes shimmered with resolve as she stared up at the sky. Ever since her magic had been elevated to the A- rank, she had never unleashed it at full capacity. But today, that would change.
Today, she was going all out.
And with the Black Oath of Victory Sword in her hands, her confidence surged. If her opponent were something tangible—something she could defeat rather than escape from—her chances would be even better. But this... this was a falling meteorite of catastrophic proportions.
Even so, she had to try.
She inhaled deeply, then stepped forward.
Boom!
The force of her stride reverberated across the earth like a cannon shot. The ground trembled faintly under her feet, as though nature itself recognized the arrival of a goddess. A noble golden aura erupted from her form, spiraling around her like celestial rings—each thread like a piece of starlight drawn into orbit.
In that moment, the entire town's air pressure shifted, becoming thick, suffocating—so dense it felt like walking through water. The Black Oath of Victory Sword pulsed with divine light, the ancient runes carved into its blade glowing brighter with each second.
Stones, dead leaves, shattered tiles, and bits of broken wood began to float—lifted gently into the air, caught in the orbit of her pressure. The energy that poured from Bella's body wasn't just magic—it was the will of the divine.
The undead that had roamed the desolate town were reduced to shivering husks, crawling on all fours. Their eyes were wide with horror as they clutched the earth, whimpering like children before a storm.
It felt like an ancient god had awoken.
Bella's gaze lifted to the sky, her silver hair whipping around her in the wind like silk ribbons in a storm. Her eyes gleamed with a golden radiance that defied the encroaching darkness. She gripped the hilt of the Black Oath of Victory Sword with both hands and raised it high above her head—as if lifting a mountain.
BOOOOM—
The very ground lost its balance beneath her. Tremors erupted across the area like aftershocks from a massive quake. Even the group that had fled from the town—Tuo Zhong and the others—could barely keep their footing.
"What the hell is happening back there!?" one of them cried, staggering.
They turned and looked toward the town, only to see violent winds and airwaves ripping through the landscape. Even from their distant vantage point, the force emanating from the town nearly brought them to their knees. Their chests tightened, hearts raced, and a collective heat flushed through their skin.
"This… this is just the prelude?" someone whispered.
"She hasn't even fully unleashed her strength yet?"
"No wonder she's called the strongest superhero alive…"
Bella's magic churned inside her like boiling oil, bubbling and frothing with immense pressure. She poured that power into the black sword. It drank deeply of her essence, and the blade crackled in response.
Compress.
And compress again.
The density of her magic reached an almost unbearable point. The air itself warped, distorting like heatwaves. The stones and leaves caught in the air were no longer just floating—they were being disintegrated, crumbling into nothing under the pressure.
At the same moment, monitoring agencies around the globe went into full alarm.
Energy thresholds were being shattered.
Reports poured in from observatories, satellite systems, and research labs.
An unknown energy signature was climbing—and fast. First, the mysterious meteorite. Now, this sudden and unprecedented spike of power.
"What is going on?! Is this the end times?!" a technician cried out, staring in horror at his monitor.
Only a handful of institutions were truly in the loop about the town's situation.
At S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, the Pentagon, and even within the White House, leaders had risen from their seats and were glued to the screens showing aerial satellite footage of the event.
Though magnetic interference distorted much of the image, enhanced processing allowed them to glimpse fragments of the truth.
A figure clad in black armor stood in the center of the town, sword raised toward the sky.
Gravel and debris swirled around her. A divine golden light radiated from her body like a second sun.
"…Who is she?" the President asked, dumbfounded.
One of the senior officials fumbled for a response. "She's… uh, she's that new superhuman on the global watchlist—the one people are calling the Goddess of Judgment."
The President narrowed his eyes. "What is she trying to do?"
No one answered.
Because the answer was so absurd, it sounded like fiction.
But watching her from the sky, holding back a meteorite with a single sword, there was no denying her intent.
If she pulled this off...
Then the world—especially Country M—would never view her the same again.
Could she really do it?
Bella didn't care what anyone thought. Her focus was fixed solely on the falling meteor. It loomed larger with every second. The closer it came, the more intense the gravitational pull became. Buildings would collapse from the shockwave alone.
There was no time left.
She exhaled once more.
All the magic within her compressed into a single point of golden light.
Then—
FLASH.
A thin beam of gold pierced the heavens.
"Ex…calibur!"
Her voice rang like a battle cry from a divine battlefield. The passion in her voice shattered the sound barrier. It reached the ears of all those nearby—even rising above the roaring thunder of the falling meteorite.
Tony Stark and the others, watching from afar, saw it.
A beam of pure golden energy tore through the night like lightning, arcing upward at breakneck speed.
Then it struck.
RUMBLE!
The impact sounded like the sky itself had cracked open. The golden energy beam and the meteorite collided with such force that the world seemed to tremble. A massive earthquake—as strong as magnitude 7—shook the ground in all directions, starting from the center of the town.
Cracks webbed out like spider veins through the earth.
Air pressure burst outward, launching broken trees, slabs of concrete, and even streetlamps through the air like cannonballs.
"Get down!" Captain America Rogers shouted, but his voice was immediately drowned out.
Still, the others reacted. Natasha, Barton, and Tony dropped to the ground just in time. A maelstrom of debris howled above their heads, tearing through the air.
The wind was deafening.
Their ears rang violently, and their bodies trembled against the fury of the blast.
Back in the center of the storm, the undead were reduced to dust, vaporized in an instant beneath the divine radiance.
The town was obliterated.
There was nothing left but scorched earth and glowing craters. The golden torrent of magic collided with the meteorite, releasing a shockwave that lit up the sky.
Even the clouds recoiled.
Everything stopped.
Not a sound.
Not a breath.
The world stared, holding its breath.
Could this really be the power of a human being?
What kind of will does it take to defy nature?
What kind of courage must one possess to stand against a falling meteor with nothing but their own power?
"She… she stopped it…" someone whispered.
A high-ranking officer in the White House pointed at the satellite screen. "Look! The meteorite—it's stopped falling!"
Silence reigned across the command center. No one could look away. Even the most skeptical among them found their beliefs shaken.
Human or not—what they just witnessed wasn't something science could easily explain.
Bella stood in the aftermath, her armor cracked, her breath heavy, her hands trembling.
But she stood.
She had done it.
She didn't care who watched, who doubted her, or who whispered behind closed doors. The only thing that mattered was this:
The people below were safe.
And she'd do it all again.
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