HUMMMM!!!!
As Lysandra relished the slow, delicate unraveling of Nyx—watching the Third Heir's form crumble into drifting ash, her screams dissolving into the void—something deeper awoke.
The whole universe seemed to hum with mana, a low, endless vibration that made stars blink and distant battlefields quiver. Sandra turned her gaze upward.
High above it all, suspended in the starless gulf between galaxies, two figures floated.
Nia and Katherine.
They floated side by side, their auras blazing in perfect harmony.
Nia's multicolored flames licked at the void with a hungry, living energy, while Katherine's crimson essence wound through the air in silent, possessive streams.
Between them, the Nullpoint Anchor hovered—a palm-sized sphere of void-black crystal streaked with rose-gold veins, pulsing slowly like a heartbeat in reverse.
"Now, for the final pest," Nia said.
She lifted it.
