A wide grin colored Finn's face as Himothy, the Glory Bearer, bellowed his declaration into the freezing air:
"Your charge ends here!"
The moment those words were spoken, reality itself trembled. Himothy's right fist became a sudden focal point in the world, glowing with a dense, golden authority. It was as if the laws of nature had rewritten themselves to dictate that his hand was the definitive weapon meant to bring those words to life. The conceptual weight of the universe bent toward him, ensuring the Error Bearer's momentum would be forcibly broken.
But just as the words were spoken, Finn's descending form dragged to a furious stop in mid-air. Two large, sprawling wings erupted from his shoulders, slicing through the air to grind his meteor-like momentum to an immediate halt. These were his Ferropteryx wings. They gleamed like polished metal blades under the bleak, snowy sky, humming and groaning furiously as they caught the wind and anchored to a stop him in the sky.
