Moonlight filtered through the jagged opening in the ceiling, pale and steady now that the storm had been split apart. The chamber felt different without the swarm. Only broken stone, cooling debris, and two figures standing within a space that had narrowed into something deliberate and contained.
The remaining rifts shuddered and collapsed one after another, their edges folding inward like wounds finally forced shut. The sound of their closure echoed briefly through the fractured hall before fading into stillness.
Above Valttair, the ten swords of [Absolute Sword Dominion] shifted.
They no longer orbited loosely. They rose and settled into a vertical semicircle behind and around him, staggered at different heights, each blade angled along a distinct vector of approach. Their edges reflected moonlight in thin, cold lines.
