Lysandra's breath came ragged and shallow, her battered body trembling on the scorched earth.
Her vision darkened, shadows creeping along its edges as Rhino King's armored fist descended toward her—until suddenly, the deafening sound of air being torn apart roared above her. A violent blast ripped through the sky, shattering the silence, reverberating like thunder that seemed to echo into eternity.
She blinked, barely managing to lift her heavy eyelids, heart pounding weakly. The armored titan who had towered mercilessly above her had vanished entirely, leaving only the haunting echo of a furious presence lingering in his place. She knew this feeling intimately.
It was him—Asher. A soft, weary smile tugged at the corners of her bruised lips, relief flooding through her aching body. Her voice came faintly, barely a whisper, "You came…"
