The harvesters raised their arms in unison, dark energy crackling between their fingers as they prepared to unleash whatever had made them confident enough to attack a reception full of supernatural beings from across the known realms.
The cosmic mariachi music faltered slightly, as if even the enthusiastic interdimensional instruments were finally registering the genuine threat that was manifesting in the center of the hall.
The rainbow fractures in the crystal ceiling pulsed ominously, reflecting the dark energy that was building around Vex'thul and Nyx'ara like storm clouds made of malevolent intent.
"You know what?" Vex'thul announced, its voice cutting through the music with supernatural clarity, "dramatic speeches are overrated anyway."
Without further preamble, both harvesters launched themselves toward the nearest cluster of guests—a delegation of Moon Sprites who had been cheerfully attempting to harmonize with the mariachi band.
