As the battle erupted, Telos seized his singular blade, unleashing a flurry of strikes that sliced the air with blinding speed.
Each blow painted streaks of motion, driving Asahi and Aletha backward.
With a surge of resolve, he tore a fragment from his own cyan heart and hurled it at the enemy.
Aletha's perception was flooded by memories of The Attacker, recalling exactly how digging at the heart always brought calamity.
Yet, even as Telos unleashed a tempest of slashes, the figure stood resolute—a shadow carved from stone, unmoved and unbreakable in their path.
With each rapid swing, Telos darted his gaze, feeling his power surge and return to him like a rushing stream. Flickers of family memories danced in his mind, spurring him to race along the walls and strike the figure with renewed might.
"Morwenna."
As Asahi and Aletha fell back, chaos exploded around them. Telos's voice cut through the turmoil, ragged with desperation.
