Hajin checked No Foreign Heaven's final twenty seconds while the pinned Incarnation strained against its braces beside the causeway before the field collapsed.
The Choral Incarnation stood pinned against the parapet, trapped by the mechanical braces bolted across its fractured chest.
Hajin stepped onto the causeway, his twin blades humming with the vibrant resonance of their nascent Divine Growth.
The Incarnation abandoned all royal pretense and divine speech, thrashing violently like a cornered beast in a cage.
With a feral roar, the construct drove its remaining crystalline claw toward his throat in a desperate bid for survival.
He ducked beneath the descending sweep with fluid agility, closing the distance in a single explosive forward bound.
His right blade flashed upward, slicing cleanly through the exposed harmonic conduits exposed by the mechanical braces.
