The Royal Collector stepped fully through the spatial rift, carrying the chilling memory of Gazel's final moments into the ruined orchard.
The entity stood an entire head taller than Loccy's transformed frame, towering over the broken paving with an imposing posture.
No visible muscle tissue explained the crushing pressure bending the nearest roots, yet the earth bowed beneath its talons.
A solitary dark shard orbited above its obsidian brow, radiating an unmeasurable link that stretched toward distant dimensions.
Boundary threads extended from that floating key, drawing endless energy from an origin point beyond Aria's diagnostic range.
Eirwen drove her silver markers deep into the turf, dividing the surrounding orchard grounds into twelve distinct sectors.
The gardener trails lay completely deserted, cottage doors hung wide open, and every worker matched the evacuation registry.
