"You laugh now, voidborn… but your act ends here."
The words rang with finality, carried by the resonance of Seraphis's wings.
Ceyla Nox, leaning against a fractured stone pillar, forced herself upright. Her legs trembled, lungs burning from the weight of divinity and void colliding. She spat blood and muttered, voice sharp but bitter with awe:
"Tsk… how strong this guy is…"
Her storm affinity flared weakly around her like static sparks, but even that guttered in the wake of Rael's brilliance.
Kaen clenched his fist, nails digging into his palm until blood welled. His heart roared—not in envy, but in defiance.
It hit him once more, how wide the gap was.
But unlike before, there was no despair. Only fire.
"Damn it… Rael Eluron…" he whispered to himself, his jaw tight. "I'll surpass you. Just watch me."
Khael, standing slightly behind, caught that flicker in Kaen's eyes. He recognized it—
