"So be it."
Three words, flat and final. The calm hadn't changed. The tone hadn't shifted. And somehow that was worse than any threat.
A sound cut through the frozen air.
Steel clearing a sheath. Distant, above them, but amplified by the dome's acoustics until it rang through every street. A clean, high note that lingered and then deepened into a hum. A vibration. A frequency that had no business coming from a blade, resonating in the bones of every person who heard it.
Then the scream.
The sword screamed.
Ghostly pale blue light erupted from above the city, visible even through the ice-filtered haze.
"My soldiers, [Awaken]."
The Primordial Villain's voice echoed through the dome.
"Those who resist my will are to be annihilated."
