The defense of the Nerys Temple did not break with a sound, but with a sensation.
The pressure that had been holding back the deep sea collapsed instantly, like a breath released too quickly. Water rushed in with wild intent, carrying coral debris, shattered light, and echoes of destruction that engulfed the entire temple structure. Pillars cracked, defensive walls tore apart, and for the first time since its establishment, the ocean was no longer obedient.
Sylvia was already moving even before the first collapse touched the floor.
She shot out through the open breach in the defense, her body piercing the reversing current like a black blade. Death Flame enveloped her tightly, not exploding, not wild, but dense and cold, like a single statement that refused any rebuttal.
And right outside, amid the swirling sea that was splitting apart, Zha'gor was waiting for her.
They crossed paths in the midst of the destruction.
No words. No preparation.
