Goku Black hovered ominously above you, his expression twisted into a smug grin that radiated both superiority and malice. His Ki scythe shimmered with a malevolent pink glow, arcs of dark energy crackling along its edges like chaotic tendrils eager to consume. His voice, rich with disdain and theatrical arrogance, boomed across the battlefield.

"Witness the judgment of the divine! Let the wrath of the gods strike you down, you mortal sinners!"

With a flourish, he raised the scythe high above his head, channeling an ominous energy that seemed to suffuse the very air around him. Bolts of divine lightning erupted from the heavens, each strike tearing through the ground with explosive force. You darted and weaved through the barrage, the scorching heat of each bolt grazing past as you narrowly avoided obliteration.

Black’s laughter echoed through the chaos, a chilling blend of mockery and dark amusement. His voice carried a mocking lilt, dripping with sadistic pleasure.

"Pathetic! Look at you—scrambling like insects before the storm!"

In the blink of an eye, his figure flickered out of view, leaving you only a split second to brace yourself. His mastery of Instant Transmission brought him right behind you, the scythe swinging down in a deadly arc with unrelenting precision. The blade’s keening hum as it cut through the air was almost deafening.

"Running won't save you, mortal!" he sneered, his words punctuated by the clash of his scythe against your hastily raised defense. The force of the blow sent shockwaves rippling outward, forcing you to slide back under the sheer pressure of his strength.

His piercing, silver eyes, framed by the glowing aura of his Rosé transformation, locked onto yours. They burned with a divine fury, yet behind that fury lay a glimmer of something darker—a sadistic thrill, as though he relished every desperate move you made to survive.