Xyrath struggled to stand but failed again. He wasn't used to losing. Even now, gravity itself bent around him defensively, but it was useless; Falco simply pushed through every distortion.
He was just too powerful.
"You're done. Your ritual is dead. Surrender," Falco stated with a confident tone.
Xyrath laughed in acceptance.
"Son of Nocturnis…" he whispered while coughing dark energy. "Of course I cannot best you in power."
Falco's eyes narrowed.
Xyrath smiled as blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.
"But unfortunately for you—"
His pupils dilated.
"—I have already won this battle."
At that same instant—
The ritual circle inside the monolith violently lit back to life.
Serayna froze as she felt something crack open inside her.
Her heart?
Her bones?
Her spirit?
She couldn't tell.
All she knew was that her skin suddenly blazed with radiant writings, forming symbols she had never seen before but somehow recognized.
