Victoria didn't move like a warrior.
She moved like a performance.
A dance.
A perfect, controlled ballet across a battlefield that was already breaking under divine pressure.
Each step she took rewrote positioning.
Each spin redirected momentum.
Each touch of her foot against the ground created invisible fractures in Jhonathan's timing.
Even in Phase 2, even with the Ten Commanding Skills active—
he couldn't fully stabilize.
Victoria smiled softly.
"…You're impressive."
A pause.
Then she twisted mid-step and struck him again.
Not hard.
Not brutal.
Precise.
Efficient.
Jhonathan staggered.
His light blade flickered.
She continued dancing around him.
Every movement landed like an inevitable conclusion.
Not attacks—
corrections.
Within thirty seconds—
his Phase 2 collapsed.
The glow faded.
The Ten Commanding Skills dimmed.
And Jhonathan dropped to one knee.
Victoria stopped dancing.
She looked down at him.
And sighed.
"…You're a true weakling."
Jhonathan didn't respond immediately.
His breathing was uneven.
His grip loosened slightly.
Victoria tilted her head.
"Do you know why I'm called the God of Victory?"
A pause.
"…Because I don't win battles."
"I decide what counts as a victory."
The air grew heavier again.
Not from power—
but from truth being spoken too calmly.
Her voice lowered slightly.
"I was the one who took down the Demon King."
"I was the one who led the rebellion."
"And I was the one who made Leeroy's strongest ninjas die for an artifact I never returned."
Silence.
Even the dragon behind her didn't move.
Victoria stepped closer.
"…And I stole every credit for it."
She smiled faintly.
"Because that's what victory is."
Jhonathan's eyes widened slightly.
Not from fear.
From realization.
"…So you're not fighting for justice…"
Victoria leaned slightly.
"…No."
A new presence entered the battlefield.
A white-haired girl.
Black dress.
Scythe resting over her shoulder like it belonged there more than she did.
She walked through the cracked air itself without resistance.
Each step sounded wrong.
Like reality didn't fully accept her existence.
Victoria turned slightly.
Her expression changed for the first time.
Not surprise.
Recognition.
"…So you finally arrived."
The girl tilted her head.
"…You've been busy lying again, Victoria."
Silence fell across the battlefield.
Even the dragon stepped back slightly.
Jhonathan slowly lifted his head.
"…Who… are you?"
The scythe-wielder looked at him briefly.
Then back at Victoria.
"…Someone who remembers what you erased."
And for the first time—
Victoria's smile disappeared completely.