A chance At Redemption
Enel and the werewolf commanders stormed out of the building, their feet pounding against the trembling ground.
The scene before them was beyond comprehension—a giant, swirling void, impossibly vast and ominous, hovered in the distance, consuming everything in its path.
The air itself seemed to be drawn into its abyss, as if the plane's very essence was surrendering to the eye's infinite hunger.
High above, the celestial host retreated, and their forms shimmered faintly as they ascended back into the heavens, slipping into the cold void of space.
Their departure was silent, accompanied by the indifference to the devastation they had wrought.
Perseus hovered in the air. His protective shield still held firm over the city.
His eyes narrowed at the swirling chaos in the distance, his fists tightening. Even he knew that his power would not be enough to hold back that much chaos.
This was an End.