A whip cracked through the air, missing its target but carving a deep scar into the earth as the ground melted. The wielder giggled softly as a shadow flickered behind her — long crimson claws poised to strike. Nyxira’s talons slashed, but the figure dissolved into a scatter of pink blooms.
“Stop behaving like a little girl and face us,” Nyxira growled, claws bared and wings spread wide as her gaze swept the void.
A soft giggle rippled across the darkness. “Isn’t it fun?” Nyxelle’s taunting voice echoed from every direction, dripping with mockery. “The two of you watching me so closely… it makes me shiver in ecstasy.”
“Ew, you’re disgusting.” Elynora grimaced, snapping her whip-blades to life.
“Sky Sovereign’s Wrath.”
She spun one overhead with ruthless precision, the void trembling
