The Null Order descended in metallic void-ships, black as obsidian. Energy lances tore through the city, bending the laws of gravity.
Kael's shadow erupted, taking monstrous form for a split second—he feared it had no control. Yet with a deep breath, he channeled his resonance, bending the spike of energy back at the ships.
"Impressive," a voice called from one of the ships. Kael recognized the tone: calm, cold, omnipotent. It was a Revenant commanding them. "Anomaly Three. Come to us willingly, and the suffering will be minimized."
Kael clenched his fists. Resistance was no longer optional.