The claw descended like a falling mountain. It was inescapable. It was death.
Arjun squeezed his eyes shut.
But the crushing weight didn't hit him.
Instead, there was a deafening CRACK-BOOM—the sound of thunder striking stone.
Arjun opened his eyes.
Hovering above him, her arms spread wide, was Primrose.
She wasn't glowing with her usual warm, golden light. She was wreathed in silver lightning. Her Silver Tail—the one she had gained from the Wolf Crypts—had expanded into a massive, translucent dome of hard light and static electricity.
The Void Titan's obsidian claw was pressed against the silver dome, grinding down with the weight of a collapsing star.
"Nanny!" Arjun screamed.
"I've... got you," Primrose grunted.
Her knees buckled. The stone floor beneath her feet shattered into dust. Blood trickled from her nose.
It's heavy, Primrose thought, her vision blurring. It feels like trying to bench-press a castle.
