Suddenly the sky split with a sound like tearing shadows. A burst of dark energy rained down, exploding into dozens of razor-sharp darts. They looked like star blades, each trailing a smoky black tail as they shrieked through the air.
From above, a cold voice followed the storm. It was Zeon. His arm whipped forward, releasing a cluster of shuriken cloaked in shadow. They struck the chest of the charging golem, sparks and small obsidian fragments scattering from the impact.
The golem lurched back, its enormous body staggering only slightly, as if annoyed rather than wounded. But the sheer force of the collision sent Albedo flying, his once ripped cape was whipping violently in the wind blast.
Before he could crash against the shattered ground, Zeon appeared in front of him, catching him with casual ease. His masked face tilted down, and though the expression was hidden, the curve of his mouth was clear in his tone.
"My my... do you need help?" he asked, smirking under the mask.
