The [Dome of True Divinity] gradually dissipated into nothingness.
In front of the lone Irregular in this place of ruination, a woman with pale skin under a light gray dress, whose eyes were tainted deep crimson, with long cascading glimmering strands of silver was standing in the icy cold.
In her grasp, a halberd, which could also be taken as a scythe like the arc of the moon, found itself emanating a serene mana. Her alluring body was emitting a gray aura of tranquility and coldness.
"You are late–" Zero stopped his words as this woman lunged forward, gripping the mysterious weapon exuding a terrifyingly eeriness of loneliness.
Clang!
Boom!
Zero raised the [Blade of Space-Time Inflection] horizontally as he defended against the sudden vertical strike. But then, with the amount of power exerted through it, the ground under his feet cracked as his body seemed to be eventually buried.
