No More Weakness

The battlefield was a sea of ruin. 

The air buzzed with the residual energy of the Martial Blade God's immense power, and the ground was nothing but a charred wasteland stretching to the horizon. Craters marked every clash, every blow exchanged in the titanic struggle between him and Lilith. 

Now, there was nothing left but silence, broken only by the soft breeze that carried the acrid scent of destruction.

"It's over…"

Lilith lay on the ground, her body lifeless, her once-flawless form marred by the final strike of the Martial Blade God. 

His blade, still glowing faintly with remnants of his power, remained embedded in her chest. Her crimson eyes, once filled with cunning and humor, were now empty, devoid of their usual spark. 

The sight sent a chill through Neron's veins, even as his legs locked in place, refusing to move.

The Martial Blade God stood tall, his alabaster hair flowing in the wind as he gazed down at Lilith's still form.