August's staff was raised, the wind swirling around him like a vengeful tempest. Seasnake was on his knees, his spiritual sea shattered, his connection to the Automaton Hydra severed. The Mana Peacock lay writhing in the distance, its soul core still reeling from the Pristine Spirit Eye's assault.
Victory was within August's grasp.
But before he could deliver the crushing, killing blow, the sky darkened.
A massive purplish hand of energy materialised from the heavens, its form immense and terrible, its fingers outstretched like the talons of a demonic beast. It descended with terrifying speed, smashing down towards August with the force of a collapsing mountain.
August's gaze furrowed, his instincts screaming a warning. But his movements were not slow at all. He had anticipated the possibility of outside interference, and he was prepared.
