The field sparkled with an otherworldly luster, its boundless expanse alive with murmurs of wonder and confusion. Astra, the True God, fought relentlessly, her every move a symphony of power and grace. Her face was streaked with tears, streaks of light upon her cheeks like rivers of anguish. The crowd watched in dumbfounded silence, unable to comprehend the emotions driving her fury.
Why is she crying?" voices echoed across the stands. From the smallest of beings to the mightiest entities present, all were united in their bewilderment. Tears were out of place in a fight this big, one that eradicated multiverses and rewrote the laws of reality.
Arthur, among the audience, had watched in silence all along. His smiling face now became somber. Then, suddenly, he spoke up. It cut through the din of noise, like a blade. "You don't understand," he said, with an air of revelation.