The very fabrics of the world wrapped around Miquella, transmuting to form a cocoon of dark silk, infused with laws and primordial energy.
The cocoon instantly exploded, blowing Uriel back, and just like that, Miquella returned, entirely unharmed.
Not only was she unharmed, but her power had more than quintupled.
The aether pressure she gave off was such that Uriel couldn't control a single strand of aether in her presence.
'Damn it!'
Staggered as he fell back, he couldn't do anything about the blade that descended to slice off his mangled arm, nor could he react to the powerful punch that dug into his guts and lifted him off his feet.
Miquella moved like a streaking blur, her will only flickering once to shatter his Simple Domain and unfurl one of her own—one where the spiritual laws of the butterfly were absolute.
If before she seemed invincible, with her domain unleashed, she may as well have ascended to godhood.
BANG!
