97 Into The Ruinous Zone

In the murky sky, a divine entity could be witnessed with a luminous vertical halo on her back. The halo raised its intensity everytime a faint tainting red appeared on her hand, prompting a heavenly smite that instantly crumbled the ancient titan into a smaller chunk of debris.

Her hair was straight and everflowing with darkness, as none of the light from her halo ever reached the surface of those void-filled strands.

A pair of rabbit ears twitched. Unseen from the back, this godly entity was actually sleeping with one eye open, letting the drool raced from the edge of her gaping mouth. There should be no amount of thoughts that could be traced from this derpy face, outside of the fact that she was murdering and massacring everything in front of her.

At one time, Bluebell conjured a giant shovel out of reflex, before spinning at extreme speed before flinging it around like a grass cutter with the calamities of the apocalypse as the grass.