I just wanted you to make a movie: You made a Honkai Star Rail movie

In an instant— Thunder roared!

A crimson bolt of lightning tore through the sky, ripping apart all memories.

Rapid drumbeats merged with the rolling thunder.

Beneath it all— The blade in Acheron's hands finally unsheathed.

The black night of Nihility followed its edge, devouring everything.

Amid the scattering crimson lightning— it engulfed the golden sky of Aventurine, reducing everything to black and white.

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In the white and black world, only Acheron remained.

The crimson red on her body was the only color in this black-and-white world.

As her blade was fully unsheathed, the rapid drumbeats suddenly slowed, then were drowned out by a piercing electronic synthetic sound.

"…Like the tide surging forth, returning to its origin." With Acheron's words, the red blade sliced through the water's surface and danced toward the sky.

At first, it was just a streak of red light.

But in the next second, that blade light became the only visible color in the world.

It cut through the chips, heading straight for Aventurine in the sky.

There was none of the overwhelming power that the spectators had imagined.

Only black-and-white lines remained.

All colors and existence were subsumed within this monochrome world.

Everything around seemed to be caught in a terrifying hurricane, the very forms of these chips dissolving into it.

The once-imposing Aventurine could now only raise his hands in front of him, like an ordinary person instinctively bracing against a storm— a futile gesture.

Before him, white light shone; behind him, his shadow stretched long and twisted, occupying half the screen.

Amidst this black and white, only the crimson thunder flashed intermittently.

Such laughable resistance was nothing more than an ant trying to stop a chariot.

Aventurine let out a painful groan as his body was engulfed by the white light.

Above the sky, a jagged red crack trembled, tearing open a hideous wound in the protective barrier constructed by this mighty power.

With a loud bang! like shattering glass, the entire barrier was split apart by Acheron's blade!

White light surged from the crack, lightning ripping through the remnants!

In the blink of an eye, starting from this very point, a shockwave erupted in all directions, causing the entire Penacony to tremble.

But all power must eventually come to an end.

The intense music, the howling winds— they stretched, dissipated, until they faded into silence, returning once more to calm.

At this moment, the theme Park was in complete ruin.

The sky dome that once covered this place had been torn like a rag, with only scattered remnants of dissolving black and red, a mere trace of its former existence.

Acheron stood amidst the suspended raindrops, slowly lowering her blade.

The moment the blade returned to its sheath, Acheron, whose form had been reduced to blood-red, black, and white, returned to her original appearance.

Time, once frozen, began to flow again, and countless raindrops fell as a torrential downpour.

On the screen, only the sound of raindrops hitting the ground remained.

Aventurine, the sky dome— those who had left traces just moments ago— had now been completely erased by the rain, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than an illusion.

But as the camera panned upward, a blood-red scar appeared in the very sky of the dreamland of Penacony.

Framed by the falling rain, this sword-mark bore silent testimony to what had just transpired.

Even the comments followed the rhythm of Acheron's blade.

At the moment of the Nihility's power eruption, the screen was nearly devoid of comments.

Only now did they flood in, densely packed.

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: W-what just happened? Where's Aventurine? And his huge sky dome?

: …Did he just get one-shot?

: Holy shit, holy shit, holy fucking shit, this is the Nihility's Emanator?!?!

: Acheron didn't even do anything, right? She just… just unsheathed her blade, swung it, and then… the entire world was obliterated?

: Intense battle... Hahaha, damn, we were too naive. We overestimated Aventurine and underestimated Acheron...

: Is this a power that a 'human' can possess?

: Acheron's strike, I'm completely numb. With a single slash, she instantly annihilated the once-mighty Aventurine, and even split the sky apart.

: This is a dream! A dream! Something so idealistic, yet it was cut open by Acheron in one stroke.

: Just one slash, breaking through the power of preservation and even slicing through the sky? This is too exaggerated, damn, way too exaggerated!!!

: This woman, among all of Penacony, is the most terrifying existence!

: No wonder Acheron always looks so blank—perhaps to her, nothing really matters at all.

: Penacony? Conspiracies? Under the shroud of Nihility, perhaps no one but herself can survive.

: This scene alone has already pushed Honkai: Star Rail's power scale to its limits.

: One thought lingers in my mind—how did Duke Inferno manage to last so long against Acheron?

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The comment section exploded.

They had envisioned countless scenarios before, even considering Acheron's involvement.

But never did the audience expect the power gap to be so overwhelming.

Just one slash.

And it redefined the peak of Honkai: Star Rail's power level.

Moreover, throughout the entire sequence, the visuals, cinematography, and even the music were incredibly restrained.

The music used the simplest, clearest melody.

The visuals were purely black and white.

No excessive special effects, no resistance, no desperate struggle.

With the blade's arc, all that was shown was the process of black and white engulfing everything.

Yet, the more restrained it was, the more it contrasted with this godlike power.

As if even this force itself didn't care about its wielder.

It didn't need any unnecessary embellishments.

Just this one scene alone, left the audience in awe, trembling with excitement.

They now had a deeper understanding of Nihility, of Acheron.

And they completely grasped her unique state.

Perhaps some of it was due to memory loss, but a part of it was also because, to someone with Acheron's power, most things simply held no meaning.

At this moment, the exhilarated audience panted, unable to recover from the shock. Some even felt a sense of emptiness.

After all, Aventurine had gambled everything—his very life—on this final bet.

Was it all destined to vanish with a single slash?