She approaches without fear, because this is where she belongs: the end of everything, the place everything melts back into nothing.

No; this is even beyond her river. This is more like the galaxy cauldron, which Galaxia hopes to control. She notes it, but without fear. And she notes the man who seems to be immersed in it.

Even she, a senshi, feels a strange sense of awe, here.

"You've come to the end of your struggles," she tells the man caught in the web. "Why do you still thrash about?"