We forced the angle. Hana stitched steps across a tilt like she was knitting a ladder out of refusal. Jax carved lines and made gravity rude. I needled the Warden with Stormvein pulses whenever the cooldown coughed up a chance, stealing syllables from his rune-song and bleeding his joints one insult at a time.
He learned. He adapted. He got angrier. And then he changed tone.
"Enough," he said, and lifted both arms.
The terraces rose in a four-petal flower with us at the center. Streets became walls, walls became roof, and the Gate crater below yawned like a hungry god.
[ Ore Swarm — Shrapnel Field ][ Micro-projectiles: thousands • Vector: omnidirectional ][ Threat: Lethal • Counter: Barrier/Transit timing ]
The air sanded. A million glittering knives screamed toward us, curving, learning.
"DOWN!" Raene shouted.
