Midair, Ethan frowned.
The white lightning in his hand was still condensing, arcs crawling from his palm up his forearm, leaving strips of jumping white light across his skin.
If those Stellar Core fragments had stopped on their own, that meant they'd just handed him time to invade them.
Let him steal?
Yeah. Then he wasn't going to be polite about it.
Ethan stared without blinking at the energy currents inside the shards, then turned his head toward Seraphina.
Seraphina understood immediately.
The golden swords orbiting her flipped one by one, redirecting their tips upward. Ethan lifted his hand and split the lightning in his palm into dozens of streams, feeding one into each blade.
White light washed over the golden steel.
Holy power and lightning braided along the edges. The glow at each tip compressed tighter and tighter, until it sharpened into a platinum-white point—thin enough to pierce a Stellar Core.
Seraphina raised her hand and pointed toward the dome.
