The air let out a piercing scream, as if the world itself was in pain.
Above, streams of code spread like veins of lightning, racing across the sky. They flashed in blinding arcs—red blazing hot, white shining cold—colliding again and again with violent cracks that shook the ground. Each clash left the heavens trembling, filling the battlefield with an unending storm of light.
Through it all, the Dominion's soldiers advanced without fear. They walked straight into the chaos, their armored forms cutting through the storm as if nothing could stop them. With every step they took, waves of static spread outward, sizzling across the ground.
The earth beneath them corroded, eaten away as if acid had been spilled on it, leaving black scars where their feet had touched.
Kaito raised his blade, the black edge humming as the Eclipse stirred within him. Shadows bled from his fingers, from the cracks along his arms where the Reaver's curse had carved itself into his flesh.
