The colossus's eyes burned white as it lurched forward again, its claws gouging troughs into the pavement. Cracks spidered outward from each step, buildings groaning with the weight of the thing's existence.
Lucen's grin sharpened. 'Almost there. Just need one good push.'
Selindra barked orders like gunfire, her staff slicing through the air as sigils flared across the battlefield. Hunters obeyed without hesitation, dragging civilians through half-collapsed corridors, throwing up barriers where the tide pressed hardest.
Varik met the colossus head-on. His blade cut upward, not against flesh but against the concept of space itself. The world bent around his strike, and for a moment the creature's upper body separated from its lower half, before abyssal crystal stitched it back together with a scream.
Lucen stepped forward, mana already boiling through his veins.
[Shockweave Bolt.]
