Cessy began explaining the three primary ownership commands before the ancient palace foundations responded to the demonic blood.
A sharp line of vibrational pressure pierced the western casement wards, bypassing royal seals without disrupting their outer matrix.
The invasive surge veered directly toward the evidence case resting securely beneath the central desk.
Lucan struck the closing spatial rift with his darkened palm, preventing the shockwave from utilizing their crossing vessels as an open conduit.
The violent impact drove him against the window frame, while Cessy slashed her claws through the air to scatter her geometric projection.
"The command originated from the deep foundations beneath us!" Cessy shouted, her sharp tail whipping against the floor.
"Your palace infrastructure recognized it as an authorized maintenance protocol before the foreign demonic frequency hijacked the route!"
