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    Date- 13 April 2321


    Time- 10:12


    Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital


    The cursed smoke monsters of Agony charged forward like an unstoppable tidal wave of malevolence, their eyes fixed on the demigods. Wyatt''s timely message, ringing with rity, reached them just in their desperation. Responding to the call, the Captain of Team Onemanded all the demigods to focus their divine energy on the soul pathways of thend right below them.


    They formed a daring n, one that teetered on the edge of madness. Turning the city''s grounds already engulfed in Agony''s hellish fire into a massive bomb using the big bang battle array formation. The streets, buildings, and any important infrastructure in the city were already swallowed by theva sea summoned Belphegor if anyone managed to survive then Agony''s fire erased thest sign of their existence.


    The once majestic skyline of the city was no more reced by raging and towering mes of the unranked hell Undead Agony. The ground underneath these mes began to tremble, brimming with divine aura, resonating with the divine energy gathered in them.


    As the fire danced with destruction on the top of thend demigods continued to pour their divine might into the scorched and hotnd underneath them. The city ground''s very essence groaned and writhed, as the amount of divine energy gathered into them increased more than their soul pathways could handle, bringing forth an unstable transformation in them.


    Facing Agony and her damned army''s relentless advance, the demigods took an unimaginable risk by focusing all of their divine energy in one shot, uncertain of the oue still willing to give it a try as they were out of ideas facing the damned denied of death that gued even the transcendent.


    "Divine Big Bang st."


    No sooner had the demigods detonated thend than the city grounds began to tremble, resonating with an unearthly force. The once-solid earth, consumed by molten magma, cracked open like the shell of a colossal egg, sending deep fissures sprawling in every direction. From the jagged mouths of these cracks, brilliant white light escaped, shing and wrestling with the sinister fire that danced and roared on the surface.


    The very air seemed to hold its breath, charged with anticipation, as the two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic duel. Thend itself groaned in agony and exultation as it exploded with divine might, the explosion ripping through the world like the wrath of the gods. A shockwave of divine power, tangible and wild, rolled across thendscape, shaking the very foundations of the city.


    The wailing mes, which had seemed so inextinguishable, so untamable, met their match in this fierce onught of divine force. In a fraction of a second that stretched into an eternity, they were snuffed out, extinguished without even a chance to struggle. Their once-menacing howl was silenced, reced by the victorious roar of the divine big bang st that had conquered them, leaving behind a scene of both devastation and awe-inspiring divine apparition.


    The brilliant divine light that erupted from the explosion cascaded forth like a celestial tidal wave, illuminating the once-darkened city with a radiance that seemed toe from another realm. The light didn''t merely shine; it purged, acting with a force and purpose that transcended mere physics. The ck smoke clouds, spawned by the hell me and choking the city''s skies, were consumed by this cleansing luminescence, erased in a single awe-inspiring move.


    As for Agony''s smoke army, they met various fates in the face of this divine onught. Some were purged outright, obliterated by the residual glow of divine light that lingered in the air like an afterthought of creation. Others dispersed like shadows at dawn, their connection to the damned souls in the real unranked Hell Undead Agony severed with the death of the hellfire that had bound them in the card world.


    These smoke monsters were not actual beings; they were puppet shells made of smoke from the hellfire, the twisted manifestations of the agony suffered by the damned souls imprisoned in the Undead Agony. Connected through the hellfire, they were echoes of torment and despair given form and purpose in the form of smoke.


    Now, in the wake of the explosion, smoke monsters were gone, reduced to nothing, their existence snuffed all with the very hellfire that had birthed them. The demigods, once under siege by these hellish dolls of Agony, stood silent, bearing witness to the aftermath of their divine might.


    Even with her damned smoke army wiped out, Agony''s might stood unrestrained, inexhaustible, under the dark realm portal. Her power seemed to draw from a well that knew no bottom, a stark contrast to the demigods who had gambled all their divine energy in one desperate attack.


    So what if the demigods had managed to snuff out her hell? Her indifferent eyes, glowing embers of her absolute orders, revealed a sinister truth: she could summon it forth again.


    Across the battlefield, the demigods, once vibrant and unyielding, now wore exhausted looks on their faces, their expressions etched with fatigue, determination, and a haunting realization. Their bodies, though still standing, were drained, their divine energy spent. Therge-scale attack they had pulled off was a triumph, but it had cost them dearly. They were running on the fumes of their once-mighty power, unable to muster another assault of such magnitude.


    Soul energy was found easily and plentifully all around the world, but divine energy, which is special to divine beings, wasn''t so simple to obtain. It must be carefully developed and nurtured over time, making the process of recovering it a slow and difficult task. That''s why the demigods were very careful with their divine energy, only using it when absolutely necessary.


    But in this critical moment, they chose to trust Wyatt''s advice. Even though it was a big risk, and since not all of them were experts in controlling the light, they decided to use all their divine energy in one powerful attack. The situation was desperate, and they felt they had to do something drastic. They had no regrets.