Joy

Knowing there was no escape, the remaining officers clenched their fists. Each called upon their most formidable techniques, their voices resounding with defiance.

"HAND OF JUDGMENT!" one roared, his Qi flaring like molten gold.

"TEMPEST ART!" bellowed another, the crackle of energy swirling around him like an impending storm.

The sky darkened as a massive, radiant golden hand materialized above, descending with the weight of divine retribution.

Its sheer size cast a blinding glow, illuminating everything below in stark contrast to the ominous clouds gathering overhead.

Simultaneously, a bolt of lightning erupted, splitting the heavens with a deafening roar.

It spiraled downward, growing broader and more ferocious, its edges crackling with raw, untamed power.

Both techniques converged, their targets clear: a single figure standing defiant amidst the chaos.