The seal on my hands hit 47%. The golden light ran up my forearms, my shoulders, my neck. My vision split — half normal, half dimensional. I could see the energy inside my own body, pressing against the containment, fractures spreading like cracks in ice.
I killed another wave. And another. The ground around me was a graveyard of broken armor and scorched earth. My breath came in gasps. Golden blood pooled beneath me from wounds I'd stopped counting.
Saeltharys descended.
She landed in front of me. Calm. Untouched. She hadn't committed fully to the fight — just watched her army bleed me dry.
"Enough," she said.
She moved — and this time I couldn't dodge. Her claw caught me across the chest, shattering scales, sending me tumbling across the cratered earth. Before I could rise, her foot came down on my back. The weight was immense. Not just physical — dimensional. She was pressing me down with the same gravity manipulation she'd used in her breath weapon, focused through her body.
