The hostless avatar pulsed with blinding white-gold light, projecting dual choir manifestations across a twenty-five-kilometer spatial divide.
Nari kept the ordinary archway clear for her companions while narrowing the constructs' available escape routes.
Two massive clusters of shimmering celestial constructs materialized simultaneously at the palace portal and within the remote mountain basin.
Standing side by side at the five-meter palace perimeter, Rumi and Nari stared out at the split spatial incursions.
"We cannot fight from the same stance today, sister," she murmured softly, her lynx ears flattening against the wind.
"If we stay together, the avatar will pinch the northern corridor and crush the entire route!" she pointed out with sharp tactical clarity.
"I will hold the mountain basin at the far end, and you will hold the palace mouth right here," she declared with fierce determination.
