The raging storm arrived over Antarctica, just as Henry predicted. Well, it was more of a future knowledge, but for Lucy it didn't matter either way.
She flew deep within the storm clouds. Rain, lightning and thunder were her constant companions throughout this massive battle.
Roars of enormous beasts. Explosions, which shook the very foundation of reality. Flashing lights, which blinded even the Transcended momentarily. The clash of weapons and inexplicable powers.
The myriad of different noises mixed together, creating a symphony of war. A music to which every Stellar and stronger Transcended danced to inside the storm.
Lucy floated in the middle, her body covered by a black veil, her surroundings consumed by a dark green fog. Behind her back, a pair of dark, smoke-like wings kept her afloat.
The rain slowly washed away the blood from her black scythe, while the corpses of enemy Transcended fell around her.
