The sphere collapsed.
It was not an attack. It was a deletion. The space inside the Threshold sphere ceased to exist, taking the Warden fragment's upper body with it. The blade-arms. The torso. The not-face. They didn't dissolve. They didn't shatter. They were simply gone, erased from the battlefield with a sound like the universe flinching.
The fragment's lower body, still tethered to the seal's c***k, spasmed once and went still. The cold radiating from it died. The dimensional pressure in the chamber dropped.
Aldren lowered his hand. The sphere faded. He was breathing hard, his grey hair damp, his hands trembling. But he was standing. And the fragment was dead.
Cael stared. The Hound was very still behind his sternum. The first Hollow's blade was heavy in his grip, still drawn, stil
