The shattered remnants of the spatial partition rained down like broken glass across the ruined surface of Hubin.
Hide was panting hard, standing amidst the drifting ash that had once been the Lord of House Odo. Three lances still protruded from his body, dripping crimson blood. With a sharp grunt, Hide reached up with his left hand and wrenched the spears out of his flesh one by one, tossing them aside as green light flared from Abyssal Healing to knit the gaping holes shut.
Across the torn sky, the Ivory Goddess floated in silence. Too shocked.
Behind her, on the fractured plateau, Zenith lay broken in half, its shadowy body dissolving into faint wisps of dark mana that limped back toward Hide's core. Petra now had no wings to fly, and the Doom Overseer lay crushed beneath a massive slab of white stone, slowly dissolving to dark mana.
