Monsters kept pouring from the rift.
Lucy's black flames spun like a cyclone around her fists, burning everything that came close. She moved fast—faster than most could see—vanishing between groups of monsters and reappearing mid-swing.
A tusked beast lunged. She ducked low, flames lacing her elbow, and drove it straight into its jaw.
CRACK.
The head snapped sideways with a burst of bone and blood.
Another tried to flank her. She spun, crouched, then launched a brutal uppercut that split the creature apart from the inside—black fire devouring its chest before it even hit the ground.
The field around her was littered with scorched corpses.
Still, more came.
Lucy clenched her fist, breathing slowly.
"Tch. Annoying little bastards…"
Then a gust blew through the battlefield.
Heavy. Not from wings. Not from impact.
Just presence.
Lucy's brow twitched.
"…That smell. Shit."
