The power behind the descent of the True Depravita of Gluttony's gargantuan body was immense, twisted the sky, yet the impact never came.
At the last instant, the desert bloomed.
Devil Lord Virelion's flesh surged upward in a violent reflex, the sand itself turning to living mass as countless crimson tendrils erupted. They collided midair, wrapping, anchoring, catching—not stopping the blow, but receiving the lightning serpent's descent.
"BOOOOOOOOOOM—!"
Thunder detonated beneath the golden dome as lightning slammed into flesh. The collision birthed a sun of white-blue radiance, shockwaves tearing across the desert in concentric rings. Dunes were flattened into molten glass, firestorms snuffed out only to reignite moments later, and the God Prison above shimmered violently as if struck by a god's fist.
Jormungandr roared.
