The very fabric of the Realm of Destiny seemed to hum with anticipation. Around Chronos, the air vibrated, heavy with the weight of his challenge.
But before the assembled powers could muster a response, a sharp, echoing crack shattered the silence.
Izanami, with a speed that belied her graceful form, lunged at the Cyclops before her.
Her eyes, fierce with the fire of battle, met its singular gaze, which widened in dread.
The next moment was swift, almost a blur. Izanami's fist clenched, glowing with a dark energy, and she punched forward with ferocity.
The impact was immediate.
The Cyclops let out a guttural cry as her fist tore through its tough skin, boring a gaping hole right through its monstrous eye.
Black inky blood spurted from the gaping wound, as the once-mighty creature collapsed, its body convulsing momentarily before lying still.
