[Nephis… I have an idea.]
Engaged in a chilling battle against the abyssal horror's creation, the very fabric of reality bending and parting in front of their blades, Nephis invoked the Name of Decay as she plunged the Blessing into the impostor's flesh. The radiant surface of the sword blazed with a scorching incandescence as it turned into a torrent of pure light, incinerating her enemy's body.
At the same time, more Names escaped from Neph's lips, echoing with primordial power and reshaping the world around her.
The Name of Withering, the Name of Erosion, the Name of Sundering…
Destruction took countless forms, after all, and she knew the Names of all of them.
The dark copy reeled and staggered back, her body disintegrating in a conflagration of brilliant flames — only to be restored moments later. Her eerie smile remained the same, even if her lips had been turned to ash and made it into a hideous grin.
