Within the three-meter perimeter of frozen silver and cracked marble, Didi's Shard pinned the Prince's token hand while the outer laws lay dismantled.
Didi waited until her brother answered in his own voice before she accepted the burden of the final strike.
Keeping her Shard on his hand, Princess Didi withdrew her rapier and advanced across the frost-glazed elevation toward her elder brother.
The Prince slumped against the lower tier of the imperial dais, his porcelain battle chassis shattered into smoking ceramic fragments.
Four meters behind her left flank, Hajin maintained a rigid crossed-blade guard stance, ready to intercept any lingering divine backlash.
Down in the subterranean darkness twenty-five meters away, Loccy's four-wing foundation held the bedrock firm against the shifting architectural load.
Over the communication stone, King Atheron held eight sovereign shards above the ruined outer flank, ready for any new divine surge.
