Kivas' gaze sharpened on the divine holographic screens, her halo pulsing faintly in the serene glow of Yoiglah's sanctuary.
Amid the chaos unfolding in Salissic Vein—the psychic quake's screeching aftermath, the phantom waves crashing illusions over the bastion—she spotted something anomalous.
In one of the peripheral feeds, a blur of red flickered, like a smear of crimson ink bleeding through the digital veil.
It wasn't part of the abyssal distortions or the glitchy colors warping the horizon; it was subtler, almost intentional, a streak that darted across the edge of the frame before vanishing.
She blinked, leaning forward slightly, her silver-yellow hair cascading over her shoulders as she scanned the other screens.
