"This… this is the Heavenly Sentinel… It's a Heavenly Tribulation!"
High above Eclipse Island, the swirling violet storm condensed into a colossal, indistinct figure, its form shaped from lightning and void. It had no true face, yet every being present felt its gaze fall upon them with cold, absolute judgment. In its hand, a spear of condensed tribulation lightning formed—longer than a warship, brighter than the sun, humming with a destructive law that made even grand magus tremble.
Then it hurled the spear.
For a single, terrible heartbeat, the Storm Lord hesitated.
If he dodged, the Astiel grand pavilion below—along with thousands of guests—would be erased from existence.
With a roar, he expanded his domain. Blue lightning burst from his body, forming a colossal spear of his own as he punched upward to meet the descending judgment.
The two forces collided.
The sky exploded.
BAAAMMM!!!
