Simera felt excruciating pain all over her body.
One moment, she was talking to a powerful God; the next, she awoke back on the battleground where Sin was, and on her last attack, she severed everything around her.
The devil and the devil-kin were all caught in the powerful slash she swung in a circle.
Wounds had gashed out from various parts of her body. The Power of True Cut had afflicted her, and she was bleeding extensively.
Growls and shrieks could be heard around her as the surviving creatures howled in anguish.
The Lesser Devil was halved into two parts. His lower part had lost all life and form as her upper struggled to regenerate. But it was impossible to regenerate a limb that his body considered 'gone.'
Simera struggled to stand up.
Her hand was ever holding the blade, and there was a great joy in the power she acquired.
"This power... This was not from the power of Hubris. This was... my own!" She smiled.
