Vados watched Chiga's back, her heart pounding with disbelief.
The pressure radiating from him was far greater than when he had faced two Gods of Destruction at once. His Ki burned brighter, heavier—overwhelming in its intensity.
This was the true terror of the Legendary Super Saiyan bloodline. Unlike ordinary Saiyans, who could only grow stronger after surviving near-death battles, the Legendary lineage defied all limits. Their power surged endlessly, evolving without restraint—a gift and a curse born of chaos.
Feeling the monstrous Ki emanating from Chiga, Marcarita's eyes narrowed. Even as an Angel, she couldn't afford to underestimate him. Taking a steady breath, she cloaked herself in a radiant layer of pure white light.
Perfect Ultra Instinct.
Her grip tightened around her staff as she locked onto Chiga's movements.
But the moment she blinked, he was gone. His form shimmered, and in less than an instant, Chiga appeared behind her.
Marcarita's pupils widened. Not good!
Her body reacted instinctively, her Ultra Instinct urging her to evade—but Chiga's speed surpassed even her divine reflexes.
His hands shot forward, seizing her twin pigtails, and with a fierce motion, he hurled her clean out of the atmosphere.
Vados instinctively touched her own high ponytail, recalling how Chiga's gaze often lingered on it before. A chill crept down her spine.
Chiga locked onto Marcarita's Ki signature. A thought was all it took for him to vanish once again.
Marcarita stabilized herself in the void of space, her pigtails whipping in the zero gravity. Anger flushed her face as she clutched her head.
"That brute! He actually grabbed my hair—it hurts!"
Before she could finish cursing, Chiga reappeared behind her like a phantom. Reacting instantly, Marcarita swung her glowing staff, releasing a burst of divine light aimed at his waist.
Chiga blocked the strike with one arm while his other hand reached for her throat.
But Marcarita's pigtails suddenly stretched outward like living serpents, wrapping tightly around his arm.
Chiga raised a brow. So even her hair's a weapon now… interesting.
The strands coiled tighter, constricting him like steel cables. For a brief moment, even he couldn't pull free.
A smirk curved Marcarita's lips. "You insolent man! You grabbed my hair, now taste the revenge of the hair!"
She whipped her head violently, sending Chiga spinning through the void, his arm still caught in her glowing locks.
But instead of resisting, Chiga simply exhaled and let his energy flare.
"So you want to play with hair, huh? Then let's see who wins."
Marcarita froze as Chiga's long, wild white hair began to grow rapidly—spreading outward like a living storm. In seconds, the empty space around them filled with writhing waves of silver-white strands.
"What in the world…" she whispered in disbelief.
Countless hair strands solidified into razor-sharp spikes and shot toward her at breakneck speed.
Startled, Marcarita released him and swung her staff in a defensive blur. Brilliant arcs of multicolored light erupted from its tip, smashing through the oncoming spikes until they shattered into dust.
She barely caught her breath before Chiga's next assault came. Two searing golden beams blazed through the dark void, forcing her to twist aside. She narrowly avoided them, but not without consequence—her celestial robe now bore two smoldering holes.
Marcarita looked down at the damage, her face twisting in fury.
"You ruined my clothes!"
Her power exploded, shaking the heavens. The energy of an Angel surged forth, cracking the fabric of space itself.
Amidst the destruction, Chiga emerged, calm and unshaken, his golden eyes glimmering faintly through the storm.
Marcarita pointed her staff at him, its tip glowing with immense, concentrated energy.
"No matter who you are," she hissed, "you've crossed the line. Die—Star River Annihilation!"
A massive beam of multicolored light erupted from her staff, powerful enough to erase an entire galaxy.
Chiga's expression didn't waver. He brought his hands together, forming a sphere of blazing gold between his palms.
"Don't get ahead of yourself. Go back to your Universe… Maha Brahma!"
He thrust his hands forward, launching the golden orb. It ignited into a flaming comet as it clashed with Marcarita's attack.
The impact was catastrophic. Energy waves tore through the cosmos, devouring everything in their wake. Countless stars and planets vanished in an instant, leaving behind gaping wounds in space.
On Earth, Vados raised her staff, summoning a column of prismatic light that stretched into the sky. The beam expanded into a vast shield around the planet, protecting it from the devastating shockwaves.
As the light dimmed, Vados turned sharply toward Bulma and the others.
"I have to intervene! If they keep this up, the entire Seventh Universe could be destroyed!"
Lazuli called out, "Are you going to help Chiga?"
Vados froze for a heartbeat. The question pierced her thoughts. Marcarita was her younger sister. If she fought to aid Chiga, she'd be choosing a mortal over family.
But letting them continue would mean annihilation.
"No," she muttered to herself, shaking her head fiercely. "I won't allow this. I must stop them—both of them!"
Without another word, Vados transformed into a streak of light and soared into space.
When she arrived, the battlefield had become a desolate gray void. Space itself had lost color, trembling under the weight of the clashing powers.
Chiga and Marcarita faced each other in silence. The remnants of their battle floated like ashes between them.
Marcarita's dark blue robe was torn to shreds, the lower half reduced to a short skirt. In contrast, Chiga stood unscathed, his white coat dirtied only at the shoulders.
Breathing heavily, Marcarita glanced around the ruined expanse before fixing her gaze on him.
"I admit it—you're strong. Incredibly strong. But must we continue? You've seen the devastation. You don't want this Universe destroyed, do you? Let's end it here."
Her tone was no longer sharp but weary—a reluctant peace offering.
Chiga crossed his arms, his golden eyes unwavering.
"I can stop," he said evenly, "but I need one answer first."
He took a step closer, his voice low and resolute.
"Are you still planning to report Vados to the Grand Minister?"