Even through the haze of battle, Abraham could only marvel.
The sky was bleeding crimson as the sun dipped beneath the hills, and above them—hovering like a divine miracle—was the barrier. A flawless dome of glowing steel and pulsing hexagons that shimmered against the dying light, humming with power. It had come into existence in mere minutes. Just… appeared.
He chuckled under his breath, tightening the black gloves at his wrist. "Thank the stars we're on her side," he muttered, just loud enough for the nearby town guards to hear.
One of them gawked at the shimmering dome. "What… What kind of emblem does she have?"
"A special one," Abraham said simply. "Now move. Evacuate the civilians. Make sure no one gets caught in this madness."
"And you, sir?"
