The divine annihilation technique descended.
Holy fire structured by absolute order, purification amplified by celestial authority, power that transcended what mortal practitioners could comprehend or resist.
Rey watched it approach with vision blurred by pain and despair, his mind nearly accepting the inevitable.
'Will this be the end?'
He knew within himself that he could not accept such an outcome.
And so—
VWUUUUSH!!!
The Divine-grade armor blazed with light that exceeded even the Angel's assault.
It was not divine radiance.
Neither was it holy purification.
It was… something older, darker, more fundamental than the distinction between Aether and Nether…
…Order and Chaos…
… life and death.
The armor wasn't just responding to damage anymore.
It was resonating with Rey's soul itself.
