No matter how many strikes they unleashed, the colossal serpent endured. Ice shattered. Ether flames fizzled. Lightning dispersed. Even Remiel’s destructive fire couldn’t pierce its molten hide. Each attempt only made it stronger, its colossal body towering over them like a living catastrophe.
Remael’s golden eyes narrowed, his mind racing through every possibility. But even he… found nothing. His silence was louder than any admission of defeat.
The serpent hissed again, its maw glowing brighter as it reared back for another devastating blast. That was when it came — an echo cutting through the chaos.
“Fragmented streams… unite as one river.
Opposition is strength only when woven together.”
The mysterious voice drifted like smoke across their minds, cryptic and indecipherable. None of
