As if provoked by our defiance, the finger reacted.
Before it had even descended fully, a beam erupted from its center.
Pure gold.
It did not travel through space—it tore through it. The beam carved a straight path toward us, distorting everything along its trajectory as if reality itself was being forced to yield.
Silver cried out sharply.
With a violent flap of his wings, he surged upward and unleashed a concentrated crimson beam. It roared forward, meeting the descending golden beam head-on.
"Are you angry?" I said quietly staring at the finger.
Essence churned violently within my channels as I clenched my fist and drove it forward.
"[Hand of Convergence]," I muttered.
A massive fist materialized before me, formed from condensed Essence and layered elemental force. Lightning coiled around its surface. Space warped along its edges. Fire and ice intertwined within its structure as it shot forward to intercept the beam.
Silver's attack collided first.
BOOM!
