Jieun flapped her wings, each motion leaving behind a shimmering trail of cosmic dust, like the remnants of galaxies unraveling in her wake. From high above, she looked down on everyone—not like a soldier on a battlefield, but like an immortal empress overlooking ants. Her gaze alone carried weight. If looks could kill, hers would erase someone from existence without even trying.
Something inside her pulsed with raw, overwhelming power. It was heavy… suffocating. Even I felt it. That pressure wasn't something a normal being could survive under.
She raised her hand.
From her fingertips, small celestial orbs began to form—each one glowing, spinning, alive with starlight. They resembled miniaturized suns, condensed galaxies, fragments of the universe itself compressed into a shape that only someone like her could control. They floated around her in orbit, radiating energy that bent the very fabric of space.
And then—she laughed.
