In that moment, the Divine Horror didn't just strip away divinity entirely—it rendered Diana's counter useless, copied it instantly, and hurled it back at her with full force.
In a heartbeat, millions of dark spears ripped through the void toward her, like a storm raging in reverse, their tips radiating an emptiness so deep it devoured the light around them.
"Tsk, what the hell," she muttered with a scoff, already bracing herself to somehow slip free yet again.
But then, in that strange instant, as her words finished, the Horror blinked — once, twice, then several times in rapid succession.
SKRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
The Horror let out a piercing, otherworldly screech right after the final blink.
The sound was not just auditory — it was conceptual, a high-pitched wail that tore through the fabric of the white void and made what was left of existence itself shudder.
The screech echoed endlessly, stacking upon itself until it felt as though the void itself was howling.
