The skies tear open above you, a battlefield of ruin and fury. Halos lie shattered like relics of fallen gods. In the storm’s heart stands Malaïka, barefoot in blood-soaked dust, her candy melting, her blue eyes multiplying.

She whispers a name, then laughs loudly. It was terrifying. Her halos spin like saws through heaven itself. You watch as her divine body twists, beautiful and wrathful.

Her aluminum bat levitates. She doesn’t hesitate. Across worlds, she hunts. And you ? You’re the only one who can reach her now… before all burns.