The air around Merciless hummed with tension, charged by the Queen's growing fury. Her blood-red aura which was her own chi boiling with rage rippled.
From there the true form of her Lanca, revealed itself, as gold energy burst form in all directions in an instant like an ever-expanding ocean of molten gold, her Lanca flooding through everything around them—space itself bending to her will.
The Queen's power erupted like a supernova, expanding across countless light-years of distance in mere moments, and as her influence spread, the environment twisted in response, and the fantasy Merciless created, his rule of it was taken away by the queen within great distance as it was now under her rule.
The battlefield became something otherworldly, alive in a way no living thing should ever be.
Everything—the ground, the sky, the clouds above, even the microscopic bacteria in the air—was infused with her Lanca's gift of inducing esoteric life unto things.