Hesper’s roar shook the volcanic cliffs as he brought his right arm down with all his remaining strength.
The thirty-six segments of his Coral-Bone Whip flared with blinding, venomous crimson light.
The weapon screamed through the air like a striking sea dragon, aimed directly at Kaelen’s neck.
Saint Vessel Early law suppression bore down upon the bay like a collapsing mountain.
The purple sea beneath the flagship churned into white froth, pushed aside by the sheer atmospheric weight of Hesper’s descent.
High on the flagship rail, Kaelen’s eyes remained dark and quiet.
Deep inside his sea of consciousness, he engaged the fifth and final minute of his burst window.
Track 2 erupted.
