The Lost Soul

Flames and explosions. Thunders and storms. Ertos trembled violently within the boundaries of destructive energy. The thousand-year walls had collapsed and the magnificent temple had disappeared into the wind. It was a magnificent scene, which had never occurred on Earth since the Mythological Age. The rolling sea of blood hung upside down from the sky, and all kinds of artillery, as well as energy beams, were heading up to go against the sea of blood. At that moment, the lost space seemed to be turning upside down amid the rainstorm.

The bat swarm behind Vivian had turned into two white-hot electrical storms, while dazzling eddies of electric current floated on both sides of her giant bat wings. Each shock of current sent two powerful arcs, dozens of meters wide and dozens of kilometers long. The arcs were as powerful as natural thunderbolts, and they carried with them Vivian's unique aura, which even the Malevolence could not contend with.