Eijar let out a low, satisfied hiss from his shoulder.
Lexie gasped, stumbling back half a step as Ciel buried his face into her side, trembling violently.
The two hundred signatures inside were moving out.
Isiah didn't even look down at Astrid's body. He simply stepped over her, his dark eyes fixed on the cavernous doorway as the first wave of armed guards surged into the dim moonlight.
"Stay behind me," Isiah said, his voice deadly quiet as raw, suffocating energy began to swirl wildly around his hands.
The front line of elite guards burst through the station entrance, their heavy armor etched with glowing runic sigils that hummed with volatile divine energy of Afan.
"Target identified! Incinerate them!" a commander's voice echoed through the night.
A barrage of searing fireballs and arc lightning cut through the darkness, turning the sky into a violent clash of red and blinding white.
