Phoebe, the Great Goddess, struggled to catch her breath. Her entire body was drenched in sweat, and her clothes were stained with blood. She refused all help, even though there was no restriction against external assistance during the first three lightning bolts.
No. More precisely, no one dared to help her. This was the highest and most powerful heavenly turbulence. Even the first bolt could rival the fifth or sixth bolt of a High God's trial. No one would risk facing such lightning.
Thus, the Purple Moon Goddess relied solely on herself from the first to the sixth bolt. She survived, but at a cost. By the eighth bolt, all ten of her protective shields shattered instantly, severely injuring her soul and cracking its core. Her spiritual sea churned violently, barely held together.
To make matters worse, several High Gods who had descended earlier now interfered, using forbidden spells to disrupt her control and push her spiritual sea into chaos.
