Twelve blood-red beams of concentrated soul-fire screamed through the night sky, tearing the dark air into shrieking ribbons.
The cannons of the Black-Iron Censor Fleet fired as one, their combined recoil sending massive swells crashing against the riverbank. The crimson bolts converged on Seven-Tower City, burning a straight, smoking path through the mist toward Kaelen’s third-story terrace.
Before the fiery barrage could touch the cedar roof, a silver streak blurred across the battlements.
Sera Thorne appeared at the edge of the stone terrace.
Her ancestral spear Storm-Pike flared with blinding azure lightning. Her Nascent Soul Mid cultivation surged into the weapon’s shaft, spinning the six-foot steel blade into a roaring vortex of gale-force thunder.
CRACK-BOOM.
The rotating lightning vortex collided with four incoming blood-cannon bolts. The kinetic shockwave detonated in mid-air, showering the outer gardens with boiling sparks of defused crimson plasma.
Beside her, Elder Sterling lunged forward, swinging his massive two-handed broadsword in a brutal rising arc.
