Roxy's POV
Cyrus was going to die.
I knew it, I felt it in my marrow, I tasted the truth like blood on my tongue. Annihilation lunged with the force of collapsing stars, a cosmic blur, a silhouette of destruction that no mortal or immortal had any business fighting.
I screamed his name, voice raw, throat tearing! No, please...no...
If he dies...I'll become spiritual...I'm not even kidding..
But before my eyes could process what happened next, the sky ripped itself open.
A white light, blinding, divine, searing across the battlefield like a crack of judgement.
From that tear stepped Seraphiel.
His wings were not feathers. They were sheets of pure melody, humming like creation itself was bowing at his presence. His eyes burned the color of dying suns. His face was carved with the calm of beings who had witnessed the birth and death of universes.
And he moved.
Not fast.
Instant.
