Kivas blinked against the searing afterglow of her divine arrow's explosion, the supernova of golden radiance lingering in her vision like an etched scar on reality.
The blast had been meant to eradicate the abyssal centaur, a concentrated surge of holy power to shatter the illusion and banish the intruder from Vaingall's sanctuary.
It was planned to hit the possible direct source of the illusion since just trying to purify the overall illusion was not possible.
But as the light intensified, amplifying beyond her control—as if some unseen force had poured fuel onto the celestial flames—Kivas felt a disorienting shift.
The explosion didn't fade into echoes of destruction; instead, it warped the very fabric of the space around her.
The flooded sanctuary, the cracked ground, the holographic gate—all dissolved in a vortex of blinding brilliance, pulling her through a threshold she hadn't intended to cross.
