He rubbed at his temple and crouched deeper. "Is it retreating?"
"No," Mira said. "It's laughing."
Lucen stopped moving.
"What."
Another hiss. Louder now.
No words. Just broken rhythm. Like a voice that forgot how to breathe right.
Senna called out again, closer this time. "Lucen, you up?"
"I'm breathing. Debatably seeing. Vision's trash-tier."
"We need another glyph. Right side. Just force."
Lucen snapped up his hand, still half-blind, and drew a short burst in the air.
[Gravitic Snap – Cast]
It launched sideways with a low ripple. A pulse hit something solid, and Mira shouted, "Hit confirmed!"
Lucen hissed through his teeth and clutched at his eyes again.
Another flash. This time stronger.
Shapes started to return.
Shadows first.
Then outlines.
Flickering lines danced like ghosts on the edge of everything.
And there it was.
The Reaper.
Still standing.
Half its mask gone now. Light leaking out like thread pulled from a wound that shouldn't bleed.
