As the moment lingered between Nyra and Dax, the air grew heavier. Dax looked unwell, his breaths uneven, his chest rising and falling like it could give up at any second. Nyra could only hope for the best. All she wanted in that instant was for Dax to live—just to survive this chaos.
Meanwhile, Vivi stood frozen, trapped in the nightmare inside the giant of Ramuza. Her whole body had gone numb. That view—blood, stone breaking, screams echoing—was nothing but hell itself, chaos wearing a skin of battle. Only Nova's painted warriors still fought with guts, pushing against the storm. Nyra's three summons had already vanished after their clash with Vaslimo, their power spent, their bodies gone.
