Lucy
The rush of the wind made her white hair flow behind her like a royal mane. Despite this seemingly oppressive action she strode forward, sword floating by her side as she approached the mighty axe, which was now lodged into the ground. She didn't slow down, nor pick up her pace, she took her time and arrived precisely when she intended to, neither late nor early, as it was some cosmically destined event that she reached it at that exact moment.
Then the angel picked it up.
Her aura was released in full, suppressing the image of her absurdly immense soul was an arduous task indeed, one that would leave her mentally drained if she were anyone else. But she weren't anyone else, she was the lightbringer.
Lucy turned to them as she begun juggling the mighty halberd in her grasp, the act itself borderline obscene with the size difference between them, but it was nothing next to the overwhelming nature of her being.
"Stopping so soon... how pitiful, it was just getting interesting." It was the same drill monotone as before, but there was sharpness to it now, one that dug itself into your very soul if you listened for too long.