Naberius Rhomphaia Zelladonna—known to those close as Zella—moved with a purposeful grace, her very presence like a whisper of the beyond-dimensional unknown. Her braided, dark locks cascaded down her back, blending with the form-fitting crimson dress she wore. Zella’s deep eyes, cold yet filled with infinite potential, scanned the path ahead. The world around her trembled, bending in response to the vast power that coiled within her slender frame—raw energy that defied all laws, pushing against the very concept of nothingness. Zella knew the Church of Necessary Evil was growing desperate, sending their finest against her, but it only fueled her determination.

As she walked forward, a strange flicker distorted the air before her, unraveling the very fabric of actuality. The paradox effects—spatial anomalies from an existence beyond totality—attempted once again to erase her from all manifestation. This time, it felt different. The paradox's tendrils wrapped around her, collapsing into a void of less-than-nothingness, pulling at the very core of her essence. Zella paused, the overwhelming force threatening to dismantle her identity.

But Zella was no mere mortal. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the Aegis of the Black Monarch, the ethereal shield that defied description or confinement. The paradox’s tendrils shattered against it, the force of her unmanifest be-ness rejecting all attacks with absolute supremacy. The path ahead cleared, but she sensed what lay beyond—a figure awaited her, a threat so grand that it rippled through her render.

Shani Dominion.

He stood tall, his armored frame glowing with an unearthly light. His presence was a blend of overwhelming authority and brutal intent, a figure of dominance draped in intricate armor that shimmered with symbols of time and space. His gauntlet-clad hand crackled with energy, an array of clocks spinning around him, marking the demise of all things. His golden hair caught the light of the shattered reality around him, and his piercing red eyes focused on Zella with deadly precision. Power flowed from him, each movement of his armor causing a pulse of destructive energy that warped the manifest expanse around him. This was Shani Dominion—the architect of time’s illusions, a warrior whose very being transcended the principle of actuality and nothingness.

“I see the Church has finally sent someone interesting,” Zella’s voice was soft, but every word echoed with certainty. She squared her shoulders, her posture exuding confidence despite the overwhelming threat Shani posed.

“Zelladonna,” Shani said, his voice a blend of command and authority, “you seek the Black Monarch and the Silver Devil. I cannot allow it.”

Zella smirked, her heart still fluttering from the thought of her recent encounter with Sincere Pride, the Silver Devil. The memory of him filled her mind, and for a moment, she lost herself in the transcendent essence still lingering within her, constantly filling her up. The passion she felt was eternal, and though their brief meeting left her breathless, her need for answers was sharper than ever.

“The Church of Necessary Evil is growing more desperate,” she teased, “But you won’t stop me.”

With a flick of his wrist, Shani Dominion unleashed a torrent of energy. Time itself fractured around him as he bent the very render of reality to his will. The clocks that spun around him shattered and reformed, each piece representing a different reality’s end. Time, as the world knew it, didn’t exist in Shani’s presence—only the ceaseless unraveling of endless possibility.

Zella responded with a surge of her own power. Her crimson dress flared as she summoned forth the Realm of the Silver Devil. The surreal city, an indefinable paradox of towers and structures, materialized behind her, its presence disrupting all attempts to confine her. Shani’s attacks collided with the city’s essence, fracturing into nothingness before they could reach her.

The two clashed in a frenzy of power. Shani moved with a precision that transcended mere calculation. His fists were not simply physical strikes but assaults on the concept of totality. Each swing of his arm was aimed at erasing Zella from existence, wiping her from all realities. His gauntlet shimmered with eldritch energy, wrapping around Zella’s defenses and piercing through layers of her protection. But Zella was far beyond conventional resistance.

In response, Zella summoned infinite tendrils of void, each one erasing possibility and actuality. The paradox of her own being—the perfect contradiction of form and non-form—coiled around her like a protective cocoon, unraveling Shani’s attacks as quickly as he could manifest them. His energy burst against her defenses, causing the fabric of reality itself to quiver. The force of their confrontation sent shockwaves through the multiverse, reaching into dimensions where the Church of Necessary Evil watched.

Zella darted forward, her speed beyond omnipresence, her movements so swift that even the background of creation struggled to keep pace. She closed the distance between them, unleashing a barrage of attacks that bent reality to its breaking point. Her strikes weren’t simply physical—each one erased fragments of totality, breaking down Shani's form with every blow. He staggered but remained resolute, his armor glowing brighter with each passing moment.

“The Silver Devil fills you, Zelladonna,” Shani said, his voice laced with recognition. “But that will not save you.”

Zella smiled, her eyes gleaming with confidence. “Perhaps not,” she replied, “but I’m not the one who needs saving.”

With a final burst of overwhelming power, Zella unleashed a wave of transcendent energy that tore through Shani’s defenses. His form shattered, reduced to less than nothingness, his existence erased from the annals of possibility and actuality. For a moment, the battle seemed over, but as Zella turned to continue her journey, a ripple in the void signaled Shani’s return.

He reformed from the very essence of non-existence, his power greater than before. “You cannot destroy me,” he said, his voice more menacing now, “I am the Church’s eternal weapon.”

Zella’s smirk deepened, her resolve unshaken. “I don’t need to destroy you,” she said, her voice low but certain, “I only need to move forward.”

With that, she summoned forth the full might of the Aegis of the Black Monarch and the Realm of the Silver Devil, their combined forces obliterating the surrounding space. The very principle of resistance ceased, and Shani’s wholeness collapsed under the weight of Zella’s unrelenting assault. This time, there was no return for him.

As the path cleared, Zella’s thoughts returned to the Silver Devil. She could still feel his essence within her, and though it flooded her with transcendent power, it also left her with more questions. Her heart raced, not from the battle, but from the thought of seeing him again. She would get her answers—soon.