Nephis' bodyguard, a towering man clad in titanium-forged armor, approached Yuna with a heavy, thunderous gait. His mere presence seemed to silence the chaos around him. The steel plates of his armor clinked with every step, his helm shaped like an eagle's skull giving him the aura of an executioner from the old world.
Yuna, her body still sore from the earlier burst of flame, didn't even flinch. Instead, she simply chuckled, quiet and breathless, as the hulking man came closer. His gauntleted hand reached down, drawing the longsword from the scabbard at his waist with a cold, whispering hiss.
The blade, broad and silver-edged, gleamed under the grey sky like a crescent of judgment.
With no resistance, Yuna dropped to her knees, lifting her face to the heavens as though searching for something above. The bodyguard towered over her like a judgment given form, sword raised high like the blade of a headsman moments before the fall.
Then the sky split.
