The commander’s blade hummed with a sound like a choir of dying stars, a high-pitched, discordant whine that made the very air in the hall brittle. He moved with a mechanical precision that stripped away the chaos of the room, turning the grand hall into a stark, clinical theatre of violence.
"Lucien, he isn't like the Hounds!" Selene shouted, her daggers scraping against the commander's reinforced pauldron. The sparks produced by the contact were white and blinding, leaving dark spots in Lucien’s vision. "His armor... it’s dampening our connection to the Raw State!"
Lucien leaped into the fray, his violet-flame blade clashing with the commander’s star-forged steel. The impact sent a shockwave through the floorboards, tearing the bioluminescent roots from their grip on the stone. "Nyra,
