A hush fell between the chaos. Just for a moment. Just long enough.
As Khael's words echoed, they reached places words alone shouldn't—cutting through the
storm, past shadow, past fear.
His blade spun as the Galebind Spiral howled into life—a twisting dance of wind and will. The dragon resonance pulsed visibly now, spiraling from his arm down to the sword like liquid air crackling with blue lightning.
Then—
BOOM.
He surged forward—wind blade first.
The dark tendrils snapped toward him again—like whips of hungry ink—but the Galebind Spiral repelled them with each slice, each pulse of resonance creating a shockwave that distorted the air around him.
Khael didn't stop.
He wouldn't stop.
Not while Lin stood there, barely holding herself upright, the Voidflare's pull clutching at her soul.
"Lin!" he roared, voice breaking.
Another step.
Another.
His foot sank into cracked earth. Tendrils wrapped around his leg.
