The thunderous rainstorm pounded against the construction site, its relentless downpour making every surface slick and hazardous. Aryan and his team worked diligently, though their movements were slow and careful, burdened by the harsh weather. Suddenly, the sky erupted with a loud, earth-shaking explosion—a deafening boom that seemed to split the heavens. A bright, unnatural light pierced through the gray clouds, its blinding glow cutting through the rain like a sword of pure energy.
"What the...?" Aryan's heart skipped a beat as he squinted against the dazzling light, barely able to comprehend what was happening. His eyes widened in shock, pupils dilating as he saw something horrifying: an immense sword of radiant energy descending from the sky, aimed directly at the construction site.
The sword of light sliced through the air, humming with immense power, its sharp edges crackling with electric blue and white arcs of energy. It moved with impossible speed, leaving a scorching trail in its wake. The moment it made contact with the construction site, the entire structure shuddered violently, as if struck by the wrath of a god.
The ground beneath them quaked as the energy sword carved into the concrete and steel, sending tremors that traveled through Aryan's legs, up his spine, and into his very core. The building groaned in protest, its supports buckling under the immense force. Then, with a tremendous crash, the entire framework of the building began to collapse.
"RUN!" Aryan's mind screamed, but his body froze, eyes locked on the horrifying sight as debris and steel beams tumbled from the upper levels. The initial sword strike had destabilized the entire building, and it began to tilt, groaning ominously before falling apart.
The foreman, seeing the chaos, shouted with raw panic, his voice cutting through the roaring storm. "Stop working! Run! Get out of here!" His voice, hoarse with desperation, carried over the howling wind and the rumbling collapse of the building.
Aryan snapped out of his shock and scrambled to his feet, his breath catching in his throat as he saw his fellow laborers already rushing toward the nearest exit. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, fear coursing through his veins. He joined the frantic dash, the rain stinging his face as he ran, feet slipping over the waterlogged ground.
But as they fled, another sword of energy, even more powerful and terrifying than the first, descended from the sky with terrifying precision. This second strike hit the building squarely, tearing through it like it was paper. The air itself seemed to tremble, as if the sky had split open, unleashing a force of unstoppable destruction. Aryan could feel the heat of the energy even from a distance, a pulse of raw power that seemed to reverberate through the atmosphere.
The construction site collapsed even faster now, the remaining structure unable to hold. Steel beams snapped like twigs, walls crumbled into dust, and large chunks of debris rained down in all directions. The air was filled with the sound of cracking stone, snapping metal, and the desperate cries of his fellow workers.
"NO!" Aryan screamed, looking up in horror as the building, now reduced to massive chunks of rubble, came crashing down toward him. His legs refused to move, every muscle locked in place. His eyes were wide, pupils shaking as he saw the incoming wave of destruction. It was too late to run. He had no time to escape.
Time seemed to slow as the debris hurtled toward him, each second stretching into an eternity. Aryan could only stand there, staring at the falling rubble with a sense of helplessness. His mind raced, and he felt the weight of impending doom press down on him. His breath caught in his throat, and his body froze in place, unable to react in time.
High above, Cyla hovered in the stormy skies, her body trembling from the strain of using the forbidden technique. Blood spilled from her lips, staining the air around her as she coughed violently. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she struggled to stay afloat, her vision blurring with exhaustion. The energy she had expended in using the Destruction Thousand Sword Array was too much for her body to handle, and the price was steep. Her internal meridians were torn apart, her very life force dwindling with each passing second.
She wiped the blood from her chin with a trembling hand, her once sharp and vibrant eyes now dull and clouded with fatigue. Gazing at the tear in space where Enha had tried to flee, she muttered under her breath, her voice barely a whisper. "I never thought... I would die in the mortal realm..." She smiled bitterly, blood still dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her body, weakened and broken, no longer responded to her commands.
As the last of her strength left her, Cyla closed her eyes. Her body, once filled with power and defiance, now felt impossibly heavy. She could no longer keep herself aloft. Her consciousness began to slip away, and she let out one final, resigned breath. "Goodbye..."
With that, Cyla's body began to fall from the sky, her figure silhouetted against the storm clouds as she plummeted toward the earth. The wind howled around her as her limp body descended, the rain mingling with the blood that dripped from her wounds. Her arms hung lifeless by her sides, and her once radiant aura had dimmed to almost nothing.