The wind howled across the Ashen Expanse, carrying the scent of smoke and burnt stone.
A crater spread wide beneath the group, a scar of battle and memory.
At its center stood Omni—black, gleaming, alive—with violet veins pulsing like a beating heart all over the blade.
Crisaius stood at the edge, white hair fluttering, eyes glowing crimson under the gray light. For once, he wasn't smirking.
He raised his hand, and the air trembled.
Raven folded his arms, already bracing for nonsense. "Here we go…"
Siris tilted her head from the side. "Seriously, shouldn't we stop him? After all, even the black dragon couldn't budge Omni."
"That comparison would just make the old man more eager," Clara sighed from the side.
And even Selena shook her head. "Not like he would stop if he asked him to."
Graye whispered, "I'm kind of hoping he explodes."
Jessy yawned. "Wake me up when gravity gives up."
