Weakened by Endless Resentment, the Desolate God was already a spent force. It launched a desperate, final struggle, instinctively sensing its own impending doom.
In truth, the best response would have been to simply wear it down from a distance. After all, once Endless Resentment was complete, the battle's outcome was already decided.
But if he couldn't even face its dying struggle head-on, Westheid felt he would be unworthy of victory.
'True victory must be the complete and utter annihilation and humiliation of one's opponent!'
BOOM—
The muffled, titanic crash was like an anvil striking the earth, the toll of a great, somber bell echoing across the sky.
Infused with Divine Power, his Barrier reinforced, he unleashed his full might.
Westheid's unreserved strike met the Dirt World Desolate God's charge head-on. In the end, Shadow-Born's blade proved superior, grinding the Desolate God's momentum to a halt.
