The crystal ant shrieked again.
It tore free from the gravity hold, as its jagged limbs stabbing into the arena floor to anchor itself. Its remaining eye glowed with a violent, unstable light as shards of crystal regenerated along its missing side in ugly uneven growths.
This Shade refused to die.
"Drive it down!" an instructor shouted.
And a barrage of attacks answered.
Compressed wind blades carved trenches across its thorax. Lightning spears struck in succession, each impact cracking more of its crystalline shell. A wave of freezing mist swept upward, frosting over its legs and slowing its movements.
Still—
It endured.
It lunged.
One mandible snapped around a barrier and crushed it like glass.
Then—
A calm voice cut through the chaos.
"Enough."
The purple-haired instructor stepped forward.
"Uhhh... Instructor Vandabel is finally acting."
"...of the Vandabel family. The only family that is said to have managed a full campaign in the Glass without a Soul Mecha?"
