Deep in the vastness of space, a young woman who appeared to be between twenty and thirty years old stood amid a catastrophic battlefield. Her black hair drifted weightlessly around her pale face as she surveyed the devastation surrounding them. Planets hung in ruins—some nearly obliterated, others stripped of their crusts entirely, exposing molten cores that glowed like dying embers in the cosmic darkness.
Heavy chains bound the woman's legs and arms, their ethereal links humming with suppressive energy. The metal bit into her skin, a constant reminder of her captivity. Across from her stood a man with dark hair and darker clothing, his lips curved into a smile that held no warmth, only cruel satisfaction.
"You really thought this would be the end of me?" the woman said, her voice steady despite the tremor of rage beneath it. She lifted her gaze to meet his, defiance burning in her eyes.
The man simply stared back, his expression unchanging. "This is the end for you, Wayne," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, almost bored. "You knew this day would come. You knew I would track you down and kill you, just as I did every other goddess."
Wayne's jaw tightened, but she refused to look away.
The man raised his hand with deliberate slowness, savoring the moment. "Which ability should I take from you?" he mused aloud, as though selecting a prize from a collection.
He snapped his fingers.
A white light materialized in his palm, pulsing with stolen power. The light coalesced into a sphere that began to expand, growing larger with each passing second.
*No. No!* Wayne's thoughts raced in panic. *How is he doing this? I haven't even revealed that ability yet. How does he know?*
The white sphere continued its relentless expansion, swelling until it filled her vision. Then it exploded.
The force hurled her body into the depths of space like a discarded doll. Her corpse drifted through the absolute nothingness, chains still clinging to her lifeless form. With her final breath, Wayne whispered words that echoed into the void: "When I awake again tomorrow, I will kill you."
Moro stood alone in the center of the destroyed planet where they had fought. Silence pressed down around him, broken only by the distant crackle of dying worlds. He brushed dust from his clothing with casual indifference, as though he had merely finished an afternoon stroll.
"All right," Moro said to no one in particular. "Looks like I have to go find another one."
With that, he launched himself into space, streaking away at the speed of light, already hunting his next victim.