Though she knew deep down she was no match for him—and that continuing to resist might mean death—she had no intention of backing down.
Because behind her… was Leslie.
There was no retreat.
"Courting death."
The Celestial didn't want to waste any more time on her. With a single palm strike, he unleashed a blast of compressed elemental energy like molten metal, piercing directly through her chest.
A fountain of blood erupted from the gaping wound. Her already-pale complexion turned ghostly white, her body on the verge of collapse.
She had been close to her limit. Now, with The Celestial enraged and attacking, she could no longer hold on—she was gravely wounded in an instant.
But The Celestial wasn't about to waste such a perfect opportunity. He raised his hand once more, prepared to deliver another strike to obliterate both her body and soul.
Just then, he suddenly sensed a new presence.