The heavens trembled with the weight of his voice, each syllable shattering the silence like a divine hammer striking the earth. Corrupted Zamasu stood amidst the broken ruins, half his form twisted and swollen with divine corruption, half still clinging to the elegance of a god. His aura blazed in streaks of blackened lightning and holy emerald light, the clash of divinity and decay.

His one unblemished eye widened, veins flaring across his face as he roared, voice shaking with rage and holiness at once:

“CURSED CREATION! WRETCHED MORTALS! How DARE you soil the cosmos with your pitiful existence!”

He slammed his colossal arm into the ground, fracturing the earth into bottomless chasms, his laughter breaking into a pained, enraged scream. His swollen body spasmed with energy, yet he forced himself upright, glaring at his foes with divine fury.

“I AM JUSTICE! I AM THE EVERLASTING LIGHT! Even in this… this defilement, I AM THE GOD WHO WILL JUDGE YOU! No wound, no corruption, no MORTAL FILTH can extinguish the divinity that flows within me!”

His corrupted arm twitched violently, dripping divine ichor, and he smashed it against his chest in madness, snarling through gritted teeth.

“You insects… you dare challenge immortality itself?! You dare question the WILL OF A GOD?!”

The skies darkened further, as if the heavens themselves recoiled at his fury. Zamasu’s scream rose into a distorted symphony of rage and holiness:

“ALL OF EXISTENCE SHALL DROWN IN MY PURIFICATION! Even if I must become the very embodiment of wrath itself, I WILL CLEANSE THIS WORLD!”

He thrashed wildly, swinging his massive arm and obliterating mountains in the distance, his divine essence spiraling uncontrollably. His words grew more guttural, more venomous, as though divinity itself was choking on its hatred:

“My justice is eternal… my anger, divine… and YOU—” he pointed his mangled hand at the warriors before him, voice breaking into a furious shriek, “—YOU SHALL BE THE FIRST TO BE ERASED FROM CREATION!”