The sky above the ancient valley quaked with pressure—mana storms surging violently as the Celestials stepped through the blood-soaked battlefield, unbothered by the corpses and broken earth that lay in their path.
Having effortlessly erased the last remaining Pillars of the Pacesetters Academy with divine-like precision, the Celestials—four of them—now turned their sharp, cold eyes toward the direction in which Neana had disappeared with Lila.
A wind swirled in response to their will.
Their expressions were placid, even apathetic. But beneath that stillness churned a hunger born not of want, but of divine certainty—Lila was marked, and her presence was necessary.
One Celestial then turned toward the Hybrid general, a towering blue-skinned being with obsidian horns, and spoke with a voice like echoing chimes.
"Keep the rest here."
The Hybrid general knelt low, fist thumping against the ground with reverence.
"As you command, O Celestial warriors."
