Grimmy moved first.
A clean step forward—no hesitation, no buildup.
Her strike grazed Victoria's cheek.
Just a scratch.
But in that instant, the air reacted like reality had been insulted.
Victoria didn't flinch.
She tilted her head slightly.
"…That all?"
Grimmy clicked her tongue.
Her body blurred again—
but Victoria's hand shifted just slightly.
And the next moment—
Grimmy's attack passed through her like mist.
"Ah…" Grimmy muttered softly. "…so that's how it is."
She whistled.
A broken, eerie tune.
"Believer."
The sound distorted the battlefield.
Space folded slightly around her scythe.
Then she swung.
A horizontal cut.
Not at Victoria.
At the concept of distance itself.
The Japanese palace behind them split cleanly in half.
A perfect division.
Even the air didn't immediately understand it had been cut.
Victoria finally stepped back half a pace.
"…That's better."
Grimmy's body was suddenly struck.
No visible motion.
Just impact.
Her form launched backward, crashing through layered space until she reappeared above the ruins.
She coughed once.
Then laughed.
"…Okay."
A pause.
"…Okay, I see it now."
Her eyes shifted.
Something deeper awakened.
Her body changed.
Not transformation.
Reversion.
The air went cold.
Light dimmed.
The concept of endings sharpened.
Grim Reaper – True Form Activated
Space bent around her like it was trying to avoid her existence.
Her movements became instantaneous.
Not fast—
ultrasonic in a way that made reality lag behind her decisions.
Her scythe cracked open space itself with every motion.
Each strike didn't just hit—
it erased layers of structure around impact zones.
Victoria narrowed her eyes.
"…So you were hiding that."
Grim Reaper didn't answer immediately.
Instead—
she turned her head slightly toward Jhonathan.
The battlefield blurred between them.
Even through the chaos, her voice reached him clearly.
"…I need to get you out of here."
Jhonathan's eyes widened slightly.
"…What?"
Grim Reaper's hand trembled slightly as she maintained control over collapsing space.
"…This isn't a fight anymore."
A pause.
"…It's a correction war."
Behind her, reality cracked further.
Victoria's presence expanded again.
Calm.
Unchanging.
Grim Reaper clenched her scythe.
Then forced a spatial tear open.
"GOODBYE FOR NOW, J."
Her voice cracked slightly.
"…I will miss you."
Jhonathan reached forward instinctively—
but space pulled him away.
Grim Reaper stood alone again.
Black tears formed at the edge of her eyes.
Not emotional weakness—
but divine overflow.
She raised her hand.
And let them fall.
The tears dropped into the land beneath—
into the territory aligned with the God of Benevolence.
And the moment they touched the ground—
the world reacted.