Jin blinked.
The shooting star wasn't streaking across the sky, it was falling and fast.
Too fast.
A second passed.
Then another.
And he realized it wasn't a star at all, it looked far more like a person.
And it was aimed straight at them.
The looming hand of the Gugwe-mok had almost reached them, its barked limb splintering outward, vines twitching as if ready to cage them in once and for all. The gas had stopped, but their limbs still refused to move. Seul's Event Horizon Shield had been broken. The vines had destroyed it and now they were open to any attack.
The figure of white-hot bolt of light slammed down from above like judgment from the heavens, a trail of heat and pressure and the sound of something tearing through the atmosphere slammed down with it.
The Gugwe-mok turned its half-formed face upward, just in time to meet it.
"SHOOTING—"
The voice echoed from the falling figure was louder than thunder.
"STAR—"
