The moment the demon god's body began to fracture, a piercing white light spilled from the cracks like liquid divinity, flooding the void and beyond.
It wasn't just a spectacle, the entire fabric of existence trembled beneath its weight. Across the worlds, stars flickered, oceans roared, and even the primordials stirred from in their silence.
Far below that cosmic struggle, where the armies of light and shadow clashed, the battle raged like a storm that had forgotten mercy.
Nikko was a blur of motion and brilliance, her twin supreme laws, Covara and Herbavora, wove in harmony.
She was both the sword and the cure. Wherever she stepped, the ground erupted in primal energy, and demons fell like stalks of wheat before a scythe.
Every slash of her claws carried the weight of creation; every pulse of her aura reignited her allies' strength.
