The world was chaos, a collapsing landscape of black flame and spiraling winds.
The skies above were fractured, bleeding streaks of red and gray light.
And beneath it all, the Voidborns crawled out from every shadow, thousands of them twisted remnants of the Hollow Nine's corruption.
Each one dripped darkness.
Each one hissed like dying stars.
Saya and Shigeo stood at the edge of that storm.
"Too many…" Saya muttered, breath sharp. Her staff hummed with blight energy, petals of light blooming in the air around her. "They're multiplying faster than before—"
Beside her, Shigeo Motome raised his head slowly, his eyes dim, cold, and eerily focused.
A thousand translucent symbols spun across his pupils, flickering like runes of stormlight.
"Then we'll thin the numbers."
He pressed his palm to the ground, whispering in monotone:
"Calculation… complete. Probability: one hundred percent."
The voidborns halted just for an instant as if reality itself froze.
