The beam howled through the void, a wall of annihilation ripping apart everything in its path.
Freya's vision blurred, her heart slamming against her ribs.
Raphael grinned, blood dripping from his teeth.
They didn't run.
They charged.
Freya blasted forward first, ice swirling madly around her sword. Raphael followed, a comet of white energy burning from his broken body.
The beam swallowed the battlefield — a mountain of raw death — but they split around it.
Freya slashed with a scream, her sword tearing a frozen path through the energy. Raphael punched the air itself, shattering the beam's edge, creating a hole just wide enough for them to dive through.
Their bodies burned, their armor peeled away, blood boiled on their skin — but they made it through.
Selene's smile finally cracked.
Too late.
