The sky looked like someone mixed in different colours of paint along with broken fragments of glass and iron and swirled as if it was being stirred slowly.
As for the 'ground', that looked normal.
If you ignored the hundreds of corpses that were lying on the floor around Artemisia, that is.
|HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! AS EXPECTED OF THE UNIVERSE'S FAVOURITE!!|
A deep True Voice rang out, addressing Artemisia by a title she detested very much. The goddess turned her gaze towards the side and saw that one of the gods was still alive.
|THE VALMONE UNIVERSE MAY FAVOUR YOU ARTEMISIA, BUT YOU WOULD NOT PREVAIL. OUR LORD WOULD SUCCEED.
LORD BEWUSSTSEIN WOUL-|
**SHIK! GLURG!!
Artemisia pulled out the broken sword which was stabbed into her shoulder and stuffed it into the man's mouth to shut him up, before drawing her sword and stabbing him in the chest.