The sky cracked.
Above the ruined city of Callex, divine ash rained like snowfall—black flakes smoldering as they fell from the wounded heavens.
The formation barrier flickered overhead, flickering like it could shatter at any moment.
Below, the ground roared as twisted beasts crawled from ruptured stone, their bodies stitched with corruption and divine residue.
And towering above them all was Queen Gorgon.
Her body was no longer human.
Her bones twisted outward into jagged protrusions. Aether bled from her skin in threads of red and gold, leaking from the gaping eye of divinity pulsing in her chest.
Her voice was a chorus now—one human, one monstrous.
Nova's hand tightened around the hilt of his blade.
"Malrik."
He called.
The former knight stepped forward, armor smoking from the divine surge within.
"Yeah?"
"You take Gorgon."
Malrik blinked.
"You serious?"
"I'll clear the way. You finish her."
Malrik's jaw set.
"What about the rest of them?"
