The sky trembles as the beam of radiant light shatters the very air around it, waves of raw energy rippling outward with an overwhelming force. From the light, a figure emerges—something both terrifying and awe-inspiring. Her form, a flawless union of divine brilliance and unearthly grace, hovers in the aftermath of the fusion, her silhouette casting an almost heavenly glow. But beneath that perfection lies a fierce, unshakable pride.

With a slow, deliberate motion, she raises both arms to the heavens, her voice ringing out with an authority that shakes the very foundation of reality.

"My form is justice!" she declares, her tone unwavering, yet laced with an unnerving serenity. "And my form is the world itself. All must bow, for I am the light of truth, the bringer of salvation! Worship me, mortals. Praise me, for I, the beautiful, the sublime... I, the invincible, the almighty, the divine... Am the very hand of fate!"

A wicked smile curves her lips as she stands in her perfect posture, a being of absolute grace, her silver eyes glinting with divine malice. She surveys the world around her, seeing it as nothing more than a canvas for her justice, her eyes blazing with righteousness and contempt. "All Hail Zamasu!" she finishes with a flourish, her voice reverberating like the tolling of a bell.

Her very presence radiates a sense of overwhelming power, and it’s clear that, to her, the destruction of all that does not worship her is simply a matter of divine will.