While the searing light of the sun flared against the writhing black mist of corruption, Asqa soared beside the clash, her focus locked onto Fujin.
She didn't slow or hesitate. There was no time left for caution. She wanted this battle ended quickly.
Like Clyde, she knew this domain was already drawing too much attention. Reinforcements would arrive soon. And before they did she and Clyde needed to thin the ranks of the Celestials. Every god they killed tilted the balance in their favor.
She had already killed one . That alone marked progress. But it wasn't enough.
She had to keep killing. The fewer enemies remained the stronger she and Clyde would become. The less resistance they would face.
High above, Fujin felt something twist in his chest. The divine connection with Hachiman had vanished and the truth struck him. Hachiman was dead.
He could barely believe it.
