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A relentless tide of razor-sharp claws and crushing fangs.
The assault was primitive, yet its sheer velocity and kinetic mass left Amnez and her sisters reeling. The golden armor, which had shrugged off Zigre’s leaden hail, showered the hall in defiant sparks.
“Tch! It’s like shooting a mountain!”
Zigre hissed, her hands trembling as she slammed a fresh magazine into place.
The rapid-fire consumption of Aether was taking its toll. The capillaries in her skull were bursting under the strain of the mental feedback. She didn’t even have the breath to wipe away the fresh, hot blood leaking from her nostrils.
“Sis Amnez!”
Faznir thrust her twin staves forward, unleashing a violent surge of psychokinetic force. She targeted one of Amnez’s discarded Blitz blades. The steel shrieked as it was forced into a high-speed spin, accelerating until it became a blur of dark light that buried itself deep into the beast’s golden flank.
“Got him—! Wait…”
The beast didn’t even flinch. Without breaking its stride, it lashed out with a massive forepaw, swatting Faznir aside like an insect. She slammed into the stone wall with a sickening thud, disappearing behind a veil of pulverised masonry and dust.
“Faznir!”
Amnez barked, sliding into the line of fire. She had intervened just in time to deflect the worst of the impact, but Faznir’s own Aether shield hadn’t been enough to absorb the raw shock.
“Cough… I’m… I’m okay… What about you, Sis?”
Faznir wheezed, struggling to find her breath.
“Irrelevant.”
Amnez stood tall. Blood from a gash on her temple had already drenched half her body in a visceral crimson, making her look less like a Holy Maiden and more like a vengeful wraith.
“Amnez! Catch!”
Zigre used a final burst of willpower to wrench the embedded blade from the beast’s side and hilt-toss it back to her leader.
The Celestial Beast threw its head back, let out a haunting, metallic howl that shook the very foundations of the sanctum. Power surged through its trunk-like limbs.
Amnez gently nudged Faznir toward the safety of the wall with a flick of her mind and stepped forward to face the titan alone. Her twin Omni-Gloom blades hummed a low, predatory tune.
One of Zigre’s stray rounds found its mark, piercing the beast’s left eye in a spray of radiant ichor. But the creature didn’t stop. It coiled its body, channeling every ounce of its celestial essence into one final, desperate charge.
The stone floor buckled and groaned beneath its hind legs. The beast launched. It was no longer a creature; it was a bolt of living lightning.
“Come,” Amnez whispered.
As the jagged maw closed in, she dropped into a low, impossible crouch. Over her shoulders, the twin blades of Omni-Gloom Steel danced out like the wings of a dark angel.
She didn’t fight the beast’s momentum—she harvested it.
The sound that followed was not a scream, but the absolute severance of the atmosphere itself. The Omni-Gloom blades slid through the beast’s throat like a hot wire through wax.
The head of the Celestial Beast spun through the air, slammed into the far wall, and came to a heavy, final rest upon the cold floor.
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