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Lilith commented idly. Her purple eyes shimmered with a hint of gold. Her concept was based on cutting, and her art on god slaying, and yet until now she had never faced a true god. 

This occasion was something she could not miss. The imperfections in her blade were being burned off in real time, and her conviction continued to grow. 

The gods may seem lofty and untouchable, but if they can bleed, then they can be killed. 

This was a simple truth.

The goddess staggered back, disbelief crossing her perfect features. The wound was shallow, but it shouldn’t exist. “That… should have been impossible.”

“You have been repeating this sentence a lot. I guess gods are truly not all knowing either.” Lilith tsked. She had missed the perfect occasion. Though the sword had managed to resist, it did waver for an instant, and that instant was enough for Euphoria to put her distance. 

Lilith steadied her stance, dragging the sword free of the energy field surrounding Euphoria. The weapon vibrated in her grip, hungry and alive, its blades glinting faintly crimson and gold—Sol’s Dragon Scales, forged with his blood and mana. 

This sword was a natural mage slayer. A sword that was nearly unaffected by mana and could erase most phenomena. For Lilith, this was nothing short of the perfect sword. For Euphoria, this was nothing but a nightmare. 

The fight started again, and Euphoria was proving why she was a goddess, even though she was unable to go all out in the current situation without her Divine Kingdom and the necessity to not hurt the Mortal Realm too much.

Her aura pulsed again, stronger this time, and the world itself sang in her favor. The ground folded to block Ambrosia’s advance; gravity twisted, forcing Lilith’s footing to slide just out of alignment; even the heat of Ambrosia’s Genesis Flames curved away, forming whorls that refused to scorch her skin.

“Do you see now?” Euphoria’s tone was serene once more. “The world loves me. Every strike against me births a miracle to protect me.”

Ambrosia snarled, pressing her palms together as Genesis Flames spiraled into a miniature sun. “Then let’s see how much the world can love you before it burns to ash.”

She thrust her hand forward.

<<Genesis Flames—Third Verse: Origin Collapse!>>”

The golden inferno roared—pure creation through destruction—collapsing space in its path. This was a spell that fused her mastery of Time, Space, Fire, and Destruction. One of her most powerful spells.

 Euphoria countered instantly, her pink-gold aura flowering into complex geometry. The attack should have missed entirely—space itself folded in adoration to guide the blast aside—but Lilith moved.

“Like I said. You are truly nothing but a pale copy compared to him.” She had been observing the fight and analyzing it. It did not take long for her to understand that this power of Love was nothing but an inferior version compared to Sol’s ability to control Fate and causality. 

With a single leap, she saw through the strings of Fate and immediately cut through them. The Dragon-Scale Sword sliced through the distorted air, restoring its natural flow, forcing Euphoria to meet Ambrosia’s flames head-on.

The explosion hit like the birth of a new sun.

A pressure wave ripped through the battlefield, flattening everything for dozens of kilometers. The air itself caught fire, turning into a suffocating haze that would have burned the lungs of any person below the demigods' level in this place. Every sound vanished beneath the roar of collapsing space, and even the clouds above ignited, leaving only a blinding white sky.

The ground ceased to exist. Rock, sand, and metal were stripped of form, erased into molten glass. For miles in every direction, the world was reduced to a smooth, glowing wasteland where no shadow could survive.

Lilith landed first, her boots skidding against the vitrified earth. The heat was nearly unbearable even for her, yet her sword stayed steady. Ambrosia hovered a few meters behind her, her staff trembling from the recoil, golden flames still flickering along her shoulders.

“Do you think we got her?” Ambrosia asked.

Lilith didn’t even glance up. “Sol says that if someone asks that question, it usually means they didn’t.”

Ambrosia grimaced, but she knew that Lilith was right. It had been a very draining attack, but from the power they felt, they knew that it hadn’t been enough.

When the light cleared, Euphoria stood at the center.  Her pink-gold aura flickered, and the perfection of her form was gone. Her left arm half-dissolved to light, and her once-immaculate hair was scorched black at the tips. She was completely disfigured, and pain was seared into her mind.

The Flame of Genesis was born from Ambrosia's desire to destroy the world, and the effect was as nasty as possible. 

Anyone else in her place would have been mortally wounded. 

But she was a god. Divine power filled her broken body, and her wounds all vanished in nearly an instant.

“I have near-unlimited divine energy. Do you think you can truly harm me like this!?” 

Euphoria screamed. Gone was her leisure. 

They were going to pay!

She pointed at them. Her power shifted. The beautiful pink transformed into a crimson hue. 

“May the world hate and reject you for all eternity.”

<<All Encompassing Hatred.>>

A blessing to herself and a curse to others. The two immediately took their distance. But this curse was instantaneous, and as Ambrosia tried to deploy a spell, she understood what it means to be hated by the world. 

After all, for the first time in thousands of years, her spell failed. 

“Mana is rejecting me.”

She gritted her teeth while blood flowed from her lips. Her internal organs were hurt. It had been so long since she actually received such a backlash that she had made no preparation for it. 

Ambrosia was not the only one affected. As a swordwoman, Lilith did not need to manipulate the mana from the air. Her own intent was enough to fight and actualize her concept. 

Yet, while she did not need the world for her power, she needed it for her perception. 

The information she received became twisted. Distance no longer matched what her eyes saw. Light seemed to betray her, bending at odd angles, showing images where there were none. The smell of ash turned to sweetness. The faint hum of Euphoria’s power came from everywhere at once.

Her senses in themselves were not affected, but the information they filtered was all wrong. 

It was as if the world itself wanted her to stumble and fail. 

She understood now.

Euphoria wasn’t just making the world love her. She was making it reject everything that opposed her.

For Ambrosia, that meant her mana was rebelling. For Lilith, it meant her reality was starting to warp.

Truly, a troublesome goddess, and all Lilith could say was that, thankfully, there was no one to fight alongside Euphoria at this moment. 

Clearly, her danger level would skyrocket if she had someone who could support her. 

It seems like Anubis and Echidna are doing their job well. So we should do our.

Lilith exhaled slowly, steadying her grip on the sword. Her mind was cold, but the dissonance gnawed at her focus.

Then again, it isn’t all that bad. She thought, and a smile formed on her face. 

“I guess I should treat this as a new kind of training,” she said lightly.

Euphoria’s expression twisted into open disgust. For the first time since the battle began, the goddess genuinely questioned what kind of lunatic she was fighting.

From the look Ambrosia shot Lilith’s way, she clearly wasn’t the only one wondering that.