Dila's expression shifted.
The cold wind tugged at her silver-white hair as she raised her staff. Her voice rang out, calm but commanding.
"Earthrea," she said flatly, "attack."
The twin golems stirred. Their cores pulsed with magic as their massive bodies groaned to life again with extra pulsing energy. Stone plates locked into formation. The ground shook with their every step as they surged forward toward Albedo.
But.....
In that instant, Albedo's cheerful smile vanished.
His face… went blank.
All the warmth, the giggles, the confetti-like joy..... gone in a breath.
A dead silence fell.
Dila shift froze mid-step, her staff still raised.
Albedo slowly raised his gaze. His blue eyes, cold and ancient, pierced through her like a blade.
"Do you truly wish to defeat me, Dila?" he asked softly.
His voice wasn't loud—but it cut. Not with volume, but with weight. The kind of voice that echoed in your chest, ancient and full of terrifying calm.
