The sky above the Bleeding Gorge turned into an apocalyptic bloodstorm of whistling silver needles, dark steel blades, and deafening titan roars.
Freezing mountain gales tore through the two-thousand-foot abyss, scattering frost, pulverized stone, and black alchemical soot across the twilight heavens.
Perched upon the razor pinnacle of the isolated granite spire, Kiana vanished from physical sight with unnatural, automated fluidity.
Her departure created no acoustic ripple or displaced air, leaving only a lingering pocket of sub-zero void energy in the freezing dusk.
In the next instant, twenty silver phantom needles materialized in mid-air around Zaira's colossal skull, vibrating with anti-relic frequency.
The needle points converged simultaneously toward the titan serpent's sensory eye clusters with terrifying, surgical precision.
