"What's wrong? Scared of me?" I taunted, my voice dripping with that twisted satisfaction I could never quite shake. I loved that look in her eyes—the way they widened, flickered, like she was finally realizing it. That she, a god once above all, was now beneath me. At my mercy. Just like the rest.
"Fuck you!" she screamed, and her body erupted.
From her back, a tidal wave of bones exploded outward—millions of jagged spikes ripping into the sky like the wings of death itself. But these weren't wings. No… this wasn't flight. It was carnage. It radiated an aura of pure, annihilating destruction. And before I could even blink, they moved—each one turning into a sword, a spear, a razor. All of them surged at me like a storm of white fire, and I didn't even think about resisting. Not this. Not directly.
I ran.
