End Of the Battle

All of the nails rained down upon the corrupted one like a divine judgment, streaking through the air with terrifying velocity. She saw them descending, her crimson eyes widening in desperation as she flung her arms up in a futile attempt to shield herself. But the moment the first nail struck—rip!—her flesh was torn apart as though it were paper. A sickening crunch echoed as her bones shattered beneath the sheer force, blood splattering in violent arcs.

"Gaaaahhhhhh!"

A tortured scream tore from her throat, raw and unearthly, reverberating like a death knell throughout the battlefield. The force of the impact drove her body downward, her ravaged limbs twitching, unable to fully regenerate in time. The corruption within her writhed, struggling to stitch her form back together—but it was too slow. The pain was unbearable.

Kouhei surged forward.