"Is... is that all?"
Eliza whispered to herself, her form still and resolute within the confines of the Soul Seed Insertion Array Formation.
In response to her inquiry, the heavens above unleashed yet another storm of lightning strikes, each bearing the potential to obliterate hundreds of lives in a mere heartbeat.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The earth surrounding Eliza, scorched and seared to a deep obsidian black, bore witness to the lightning's relentless assault. Each bolt homed in with surgical precision to target every inch of her being.
A peculiar scent of concentrated ozone permeated the air inside the Birdcage Barrier, making it feel as if inhaling too much oxygen would lead to suffocation. Even the fiends inside the Bircage Barrier couldn't help feeling frustrated and intimate by witnessing this form of Calamity.
