As the two figures who had just attacked were injured by Owen, the woman, now recovered, charged at him again.
In an instant, she was upon him.
Radiant light emanated from Owen's entire body, repelling her once more. The lingering brightness clung to her, invading her body as though intent on assimilating her into itself.
Owen prepared to capitalize on his momentum when, suddenly, the sky above tore open, revealing a massive black abyss stretching thousands of meters across. From it descended a colossal hand, as if forged from steel.
The hand was as majestic as a mountain, exuding an unshakable aura. In its presence, all magic and Order seemed insignificant.
As it appeared, it became the center of all existence, enveloping Owen within its palm as though intent on sealing him forever.
The overwhelming hand descended, whipping up piercing gales. Owen felt unprecedented pressure bearing down on him, and the space beneath his feet shattered into a bottomless abyss.
