Rover clenched his fist.
The light gathered in his palm wasn't large. Only fist-sized, quiet, producing no sound, radiating no heat. But the moment it appeared, the Zombie Angel pinned beneath the Titan hand abruptly stopped struggling.
Even a monster that couldn't tell friend from foe had finally recognized one thing.
What was approaching it wasn't prey.
It was a predator.
Rover said nothing. He only brought his closed fist close to the Angel's eyeless head, and—
"Rover!"
Morie's voice rang out from inside, more urgent than at any point since the trial began.
"On the grandstands! Defense towers!"
Rover looked up.
And he saw it.
On the rows of high-rise buildings surrounding the courtyard, on balconies that had previously looked like just spectator positions, lights were now flickering on one by one. Not lamp light. But the cold glow of weapon barrels.
Defense towers.
Not one.
Dozens of them.
