With a roar of pure, unrelenting fury, she brought her scythe crashing down onto the Maw. The blade, charged with her godly power, slashed through the rows of teeth as if they were mere stone. The Maw convulsed in agony, its form warping and bending as Arpious continued to hack away at it with savage abandon.
The Nameless Horror, its form existing partially beyond reality, lashed out with its chaotic appendages. Its tendrils phased in and out of existence, attacking from multiple dimensions at once. But Arpious, her senses heightened to a godly level, moved faster than the eye could see. She dodged the attacks with ease, her scythe cutting through the appendages as they appeared in her reality.
