Selene shoved herself off the cracked crater wall using both hands and starlight fluid still ran down her chin. The fused core in her chest worked hard to make sure she remained standing, but with each pulse it held more weight. Lucifer's pressure pressed heavily on her like a second gravity, making it nearly impossible to properly breathe.
One final attempt.
Erasure gathered along her right arm in tight, desperate lance while termination energy coiled along her left. Both were thrown his way, aimed at the center of his chest to at least force him back and hopefully provide the room she needed to carve a path out of the caldera. The techniques left her hands clean and fast.
Lucifer did not move back.
