The ruined street glowed with clashing power.
Above them, the Harbinger hovered in the torn sky, its body radiating golden light like a newborn sun.
Below, Seraphine stood at the center of the destruction.
Silver energy spiraled around her arms.
Behind her, Kael wiped blood from his mouth.
The wound in his chest still glowed faintly.
Something designed by the Ancients had actually hurt him.
And the Harbinger noticed.
“TARGET DAMAGE CONFIRMED,” it announced.
Its voice echoed like a machine reciting the end of the world.
Seraphine stepped forward.
“You talk too much.”
The Harbinger raised its arm again.
Another spear of burning gold began forming in its hand.
But this time
Seraphine moved first.
She thrust her palm upward.
“Moonlight break.”
A surge of lunar power exploded
