Marie's colossal earth armor soared upward like a rising titan. Every step sent tremors through the spire's platforms.
Inside the cockpit-like chest cavity, Marie moved like she was puppeteering a giant war machine. Lucien sat behind her, half-hidden beneath layers of stone shielding.
"Luc," she said as her eyes narrowed, "we're close."
"Good," Lucien murmured. "I'll leave everything to you first."
The titan crested the edge of the topmost ring...
...and the battlefield revealed itself in full, savage glory.
Lilith and her partner were there. But she wasn't dominating the ring.
She was surrounded.
Lythrae and her Moonlit Maiden rained silver arcs from the left.
Sskavyrn and his partner lunged from the right. Their spear aura carved out execution lines.
The Monastery monks hammered the air with bell-induced spatial ruptures.
And in front of her...
The black-robed women stood.
