A Stellar Devourer

At the border between Alliance and Empire territories, pitch-black holes spread across the vast void of space, making the universe look like a tattered and broken tapestry.

From within the darkness, Stellar Devourers emerged in waves, surging straight for Lyra, who stood surrounded in the center.

At the same time, a brilliant emerald glow burst forth, sealing off the power that the Stellar Devourers had always prided themselves on.

Lyra's blade moved so quickly it left only afterimages, effortlessly harvesting the lives of the monstrous beings. She grew faster, her strikes sharper, her power surging to greater heights.

Standing behind his army, Westros grew restless. "What is going on? It's been an hour, and her superpower shows no signs of weakening!"

He clenched his hands tighter as he watched the unstoppable figure of the woman in the distance.

Beside him, Iskandor spoke calmly. "I'll assist."