[: 3rd POV :]
The chamber quaked as Daniel's words faded, leaving only silence and the heavy weight of inevitability.
Then..
*Vwoom*
From the space itself, spears erupted into existence.
Not crafted of steel nor bound by mortal forges, but born of destruction and decay incarnate.
Each one radiated an aura that stripped the air of warmth, their shafts forged from shadows that seemed to gnaw at reality, their tips glowing with the corrosive light of annihilation.
They hovered in the air, dozens of them, spinning slowly, humming with lethal resonance.
It was the essence of erasure itself.
Each symbol whispered ruin, each hum promised erasure.
The mercenaries and guild members froze, their weapons slackening in their hands.
Even their terror gave way to awe, their gazes caught in the spectacle.
"W-What… what is that…?" a mage breathed, his staff slipping from his fingers.
The silver-haired elf's voice cracked, her bow lowering unconsciously.
