Rita looked up at the still-tumbling Konquest with that same gentle, disarming smile.
"You have one shot," she said softly, her voice carrying clearly across the distance.
"One shot to end me. So… give it your best."
Konquest finally stabilized himself in the air, his massive frame halting mid-flight with an unnatural twist.
He raised his head, locking his burning gaze directly onto Rita's black eyes.
The surrounding light years were a desolate wasteland of utter ruin.
Even as he watched, the desolation continued to spread outward in slow, inevitable waves — entire sections of the battlefield turning to ash and distant horrors simply ceasing to be as Rita's passive presence imposed Finality on everything around her.
Hearing her word, Konquest's voice rumbled like the grinding of stones, deep, resonant, and filled with the arrogance of one who had long seen himself as inevitable.
