With the colossal, golden Archon successfully dismissed by an unprecedented application of corporate legal loophole, the strike team resumed their journey through the Sacred Land. The mood among the demi-gods and weapon spirits had shifted from rigid, battle-ready tension into a state of sheer, unadulterated awe. They kept casting incredulous glances back at Boss Solis, treating the impeccably dressed mortal as though he were the most dangerous entity on the celestial plane.
Solis entirely ignored their stares. His silver-grey eyes were locked firmly on the path ahead, and his hand remained securely intertwined with Noir's.
Aria took the lead. The elegant divine weapon spirit navigated the shifting, iridescent pathways of the celestial grid with innate, flawless precision. She guided them away from the crystalline plateau and toward the deeper, older territories of the divine realm.
