The two Vice-Masters moved together in synchronicity. They didn't charge recklessly like the Elders had. Instead, they circled, their spiritual pressure building like gathering storm clouds.
The one on the left was a woman with silver hair bound in intricate braids, with a sharp and angular face like a hunting bird. She raised both hands, and the air around her began to shimmer.
"Collapsing Star."
The technique manifested as a sphere of absolute darkness that appeared directly above Liam, pulling everything toward it with gravitational force that made the ground beneath his feet crack and buckle. Stone fragments, debris from the destroyed courtyard, even the air itself bent toward that impossible point of compressed space.
Liam felt the pull trying to drag him upward, his exosuit's systems struggling against the intense gravitational field. The lightning serpent coiling above him began to destabilize, its form stretching toward the dark sphere.
