The clouds shuddered around her as she raised her blade.
Lilith's instincts screamed.
"Void, dodge!"
The floating platform propped up by Quinlan's wind magic shattered the moment Black Fang launched herself off of it.
The piece of solid earth disintegrated into dust and atoms under the sheer violence of her mere launch.
Bronnya's breath caught in her throat as the woman came bursting down right at them. The tanker woman was staring into the purple eyes of Death, burning like twin abysses. For a heartbeat, the tanker swore she saw her own corpse reflected there.
Her steel-hard will, the foundation of her every defense, quivered against that gaze. For the first time in a very long time, the famous tanker felt that she was in grave danger.
Black Fang raised her katana. The heavens themselves seemed to bend.
"[Jörmungandr's Judgment]!"
