The Goddess's Might Saves the World - Chapter 7

The yellow sand stretched boundlessly, threatening to swallow up the heavens and earth entirely.
Yet, deep within the desert’s heart, the Hero and the Goddess witnessed a phenomenon that defied all nature: the skyline began to darken. It wasn’t the coming of night; it was a vast, churning black tide flowing in reverse, emerging from the desert’s edge where no ocean should ever be, and surging against the sands.
That black tide was not the color of water, but a foul current of shadow and decay, composed of countless departed souls. It rose in thick, roiling layers towards the sky, as if determined to devour the entire expanse of yellow sand.
The tide struck with a dull, echoing roar—each impact like the booming of a massive drum, resonating directly with the Hero’s heart. He felt an invisible hand grip his chest, stealing his breath in an instant.
The Goddess stood at his side, yet the Holy Light that emanated from her chest pulsed and trembled relentlessly as the tide approached, flickering like a lantern in a terrible storm. Her expression was unwavering but deeply solemn, for she sensed not merely the black tide, but the “Ancient Will” lurking beneath its shadow.
Just as the tide reached its peak, the earth began to convulse, and dunes collapsed one after another. This black sea was not a wave at all, but a torrent of colossal whale carcasses, their huge skeletons grinding and crashing against each other…
…the final act was about to unfold upon a stage crumbling to dust.
Flames coiled around the Hero. His scarlet “Sea-Flame Severing Sword” had fused with his very soul, its pulse syncing with his every breath. He knew this was the ultimate clash; if he couldn’t cleave the Abyss in two, both he and the Goddess would be swallowed by the black sea.
The Goddess’s eyes reflected the eternal night. The Holy Light at her core exploded outwards, manifesting as two radiant rings, and the power surged like a destructive tidal bore. That energy shrieked between sea and sky, conjuring a colossal white wave that defied every law of nature. The wave was not water, but the interwoven embodiment of the “Source of the Holy Tide” and the “Hero’s Soul,” carrying an authority capable of both annihilating the world and cleansing all souls.
The sea surface collapsed, and the firmament was torn asunder. The divine wave erupted from the Goddess’s chest, as though she had hurled the very cosmos itself at the Abyss. The Hero stepped onto its crest, his sword light and the tide overlapping to form the final, combined strike of the myth.
In the distance, the Sea of Undead began to panic; the Bone Palace thundered. Akhtus roared in response, yet he could no longer hold back this impossible, heaven-defying force. The world held its breath, and all creation fell silent. This was not a battle, but the judgement of the “Annihilation Tide.”
When the Goddess’s surging wave and the Hero’s soul-burning strike descended simultaneously, a roar that belonged to no known world erupted across the heavens and the earth. The black sea roiled violently, swallowing miles of desert and the deep…