Third Person's POV
The attack was lightning fast and merciless, and the instant Nyx's strike succeeded, Altheria moved as well.
Her six blood blades fused into two enormous crimson sabres that crossed through the air in a sharp, precise arc.
In a synchronised motion, they shredded two more manifestations and obliterated them into nothing before they could react.
But the final two did not retreat.
Their expressions did not show fear.
Instead, madness flickered in their eyes.
Together, they spoke in unison, their voices layered and distorted.
"I have been waiting for you, my lady. Where do you think you are going?"
The moment those words echoed across the battlefield, the sky darkened violently.
Enormous chains forged from pure darkness erupted downward from above, stretching across the heavens.
They descended instantaneously and wrapped tightly around Nyx's dragon claw before it could withdraw into the void as it had previously done.
The claw thrashed with immense force.
