Smoke poured from the fractured breastplate of the Choral Incarnation, drifting across the bloodstained flags of the central causeway.
The brilliant solar rift carved by Juna's saber pulsed with dying embers of dawn light, exposing the raw harmonic conduits beneath the divine shell.
Hajin sprinted across the shattered causeway, his six physical Rings rotating around his chest in tight combat alignment.
Two towering elite construct sentinels lunged forward from the flanking rubble, their polearms aimed directly at his throat.
Before the blades reached him, crimson lightning cracked through the morning air, tearing through the sentinel on his left flank.
Cessy materialized out of the dark smoke, her demonic daggers severing the construct's neck joints in a single fluid strike.
"Keep running, summoner!" she yelled, driving her knee into the falling sentinel's armored chest. "I will handle this side!"
