The moment Kivas saw the monolith crush Beilan, her thoughts shattered and realigned into a rapid spiral of clarity.
Every sound became a bell, clanging through the cathedral of her skull. It echoed until the ringing became rhythm. Clanging, splattering, and smearing everything in every direction of her senses.
Her vision slowed. Her breath shortened. The air thickened, and so did her cold sweats.
Kivas was on the ground.
"Haa…"
Samael was on top of her, hair disheveled, eyes focused on a space that had changed just seconds ago. They weren't on the same island anymore.
Samael's arm pulsed with residual light from her teleportation. The surroundings shimmered, the curvature of reality bent just enough to recognize that the platform they now stood on hadn't been where they began.
