The moment Nova appeared before the spectral Ghost, her body shimmered with a deep, violent glow. A ripple of purple aura coiled around her arm, swelling and tightening until it condensed into a cutting edge sharper than any blade forged by mortals.
She didn't hesitate or cared whatsoever what stood in her way, or what the consequences might be.
Her hand, shaped into a slicing motion, swung downward in a vertical arc.
Shhhhrrrk!
The purple aura shrieked as it cut through the air.
The ghost never even had time to release its arrow. Nova's vertical strike cleaved it perfectly down the middle, from skull to waist to foot. For a creature that was supposed to be untouchable immune to both physical steel and magical force the sight was impossible. Yet Nova's rippling energy ignored every law, cutting the incorporeal form apart as though slicing through paper.
The ghost's body shattered into dust, dissolving into invisible fragments that faded instantly into the air.
