The holy sword, infused with her magic, sent brilliant light shooting skyward. The night's darkness was shattered by the sword's radiance, as if an extra moon had appeared in the sky.
People across the city—and perhaps beyond—felt scenes flood their minds: beautiful mories and painful pasts, anger, greed, fear, courage, hope, compassion, love. Countless emotions coalesced into a single beam of light.
Thea felt the holy sword weigh tens of thousands of pounds. She was approaching her limit. She knew the sword could hold more, but she couldn't endure until that point.
She caught Diana's eye. Their coordination was flawless.
Thea stepped onto Diana's knee, then leaped onto the shield. The Amazon warrior roared, channeling the full power of her Guardian Bracelets. Using both the shield's force and her own strength, Thea launched herself at Doomsday.
"Die, monster!" What she shouted didn't really matter—but she had to shout sothing. Thea felt like she was in so over-the-top action movie, gripping the sword with both hands as its tip flickered with strange, uncertain light.
The divine armor continuously accelerated her. Thea felt better than ever. She was confident this strike would connect and inflict irreparable damage on Doomsday.
Doomsday, ford from countless chaotic wills, seed to sense impending doom. However, it wasn't a unified entity. Chaos was both its strength and weakness. In this critical mont, its wild, irrational nature took control, pushing it into the abyss.
Doomsday roared and chose to et the strike head-on.
Its right fist underwent localized evolution. What was once a single thick bone spike now bristled with vicious bone growths. The entire arm took on a grayish, deathly hue as orange-red energy surged into the limb.
The distance closed. Thea entered her final acceleration, with emotional energy providing new montum. Her speed increased by ten percent.
Her sudden acceleration caught Doomsday off-guard. It couldn't adjust in ti and could only throw a sowhat passive punch.
The punch didn't utilize its full strength, but Thea had no intention of giving it a fair fight anyway.
The mont the sword tip's light collided with Doomsday's bone armor, Thea knew she'd won.
The supposedly indestructible armor vanished like smoke under humanity's collective will. Doomsday's massive energy only slightly delayed Thea's motion before being swept away by her vast light energy.
"BOOM—" The collision triggered a violent explosion. The sonic boom resonated through the night sky. The shockwave sent countless objects flying in all directions.
Supergirl used her body to shield against it. Diana flew to Thea's side to help block the aftershock.
"Ptooey!" Thea was blown into a disheveled state. Fortunately, Zeus's armor had a self-cleaning enchantnt, or she'd look absolutely terrible.
Diana's armor had a similar effect. Supergirl didn't, though, and looked like a refugee from so war-torn nation. Still, the girl was in good spirits, her eyes constantly searching through the dust for the enemy.
Thea didn't have her stamina. This strike had consud nearly all her magic and emotional energy. The ring could recharge, but recovering her magic would take days.
Leaning on the holy sword, she forced herself to stand. She had a premonition—if she was in this state, Doomsday must be far worse.
Supergirl puffed her cheeks and used her freeze breath to clear the dust. Not just them—the White House officials and even those monitoring the area via satellite were eager to see Doomsday's condition.
It was catastrophic. Its right fist and entire arm had completely vanished. The massive energy impact had also destroyed a portion of its right side.
Having lost its balance, it struggled several tis before barely managing to stand.
The holy sword's power exceeded the limits of cellular adaptation. The Kryptonian scientists who created it probably never conceived of fantasy-based weapons. Doomsday, the pinnacle of technology, had been critically wounded by this single strike.
Most severely, no matter how hard it tried, its cells couldn't find a solution. Cells kept attempting to grow toward the damaged limb, but all attempts failed—as if it had always been a one-ard creature.
"Let finish it." Diana handed the weakened Thea to Supergirl's care. She discarded her sword and shield, making a montous decision to reveal her trump card. She removed her Guardian Bracelets.
These defensive artifacts, worn since birth, finally fell to the ground with a "clack." Her pale fists clenched together. The energy within Diana erupted like a breaking dam, unstoppable.
Her energy explosion affected the surrounding weather. Thousands of years of accumulated divine power—an incalculable, terrifying amount. Energy that should have gone to the firstborn had taken a detour, landing on Doomsday's head instead.
Thea initially wanted to stop her but changed her mind. Keeping this energy bottled up wasn't helping Diana progress. Over the next two years, Doomsday would likely be their greatest enemy. Letting Diana blow off steam wasn't necessarily bad.
If Doomsday could read minds and speak, it would surely curse them. Easy for you to say! This wasn't "not bad"—this was catastrophic!
Diana's ultimate move naturally caught its attention. Even the gods would retreat before this power. Doomsday felt genuine terror.
Especially now, critically wounded by Thea, its body balance still unstable, facing Diana's air-shattering attack, it could only wobble and use its left hand defensively.
With her energy surging, hair completely loose, eyes golden, Diana saw Doomsday's counterattack as both feeble and laughable.
She deflected its strike, then descended like divine punishnt, slamming a fist into Doomsday's ugly, deford head.
Moving swiftly behind it, she lifted Doomsday up, golden energy surging as she delivered a devastating knee strike to its midsection.
"CRACK!" With that explosive sound, Doomsday's spine shattered. Though its cells frantically repaired the damage, it couldn't stand in the short term.
World leaders and superheroes witnessing this cheered. Batman instinctively covered his lower back.
Diana was a warrior, not a knight. Showing rcy to a downed opponent? Impossible.
Blazing with golden light, fierce as a descending tiger, she unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks on Doomsday.
Never having known defeat, with only madness in its brain, Doomsday was genuinely stunned. Diana's short-term energy burst exceeded its current limits. Doomsday's destruction was at hand.
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