The demon princess, Virelle, looks up in dawning horror as the clash between her mother and a Saint Sister draws toward its climax.
A small, muffled squeal escapes her chest and she grips Veena's leg tighter as she watches Hela summon a greatsword the size of a castle spire across the skies above them.
The entire battlefield holds its breath, watching, mouths gaped in open awe as Vexena is impaled by a dozen glowing blades, one after another in rapid, blinding succession, before a colossal construct of searing, holy light tears through the sky and strikes the Demon Queen down with the condensed fury of a god's fist.
