Far away, the colossal vessel of the Queen crumbled, its flesh burned away by the furious mass of white flames. The river of blood that had been contained within it boiled as it escaped. A billowing, scorching cloud of crimson vapor obscured the world, and in that haze, the flames condensed to form a beautiful figure.
She seemed to be woven out of pure radiance, her silhouette both vague and blinding.
Her incandescent sword fell without mercy, parting the river of blood.
A sound that resembled both the murmur of a vast sea and an agonized groan rolled over the fractured battlefield. Hundreds of puppets were severed, and countless more turned to ash.
Nephis pursued her enemy, her sword and her will relentless.
