Isyra streaked past in a blur of light and darkness, her Phantom Moon Step carving a shining arc across Nox'Vareth's chest. "Now!" she shouted. Veyra's Phantom Blade, Kaelin's fists, and Daryon's shadowflame converged at once.
For a heartbeat, the abyss recoiled, its countless eyes blinking shut—yet its crown of horns pulsed ominously, gathering power anew.
Shellia planted her staff, blue eyes glittering with determination under the false night. "This ends now. No more scaring priests or stealing livestock for your weird experiments," she muttered. The Moonlit Janitor title panel winked above her head like a neon sign: +300% sweeping efficiency! Yuki, Orielle and Sylas almost snorted at the timing.
["The panel still does jokes even now?"] Yuki's wings beat once, conjuring a halo of wind. ["Fine. Let's sweep him clean."]
Orielle's pure flames swirled around her palms. ["Healing ready. Keep fighting!"]
