Outside The Purple Rift
By this point, Gabriel's glowing eyes had begun flickering erratically, short bursts of aether igniting off his body. Hunters gathered several meters away behind barricades could sense every cell in their bodies tense.
If they'd been just a few more meters closer, the effects would've been catastrophic, even for S-Ranks.
The Pantheon stood watch, each of them readying themselves for two things. The imminent expansion of the Purple Rift. And the possible breaking of Gabriel's psyche.
"It's been over a decade since I've seen a berserk SS-Rank," Loki murmured, eyes moving to Apollo. "And you want to change that with this reckless move."
Apollo tried ignoring them, placing all focus on the spatial lock. The cracks had become sporadic, shattering the edges off the crystalline dome until iridescent spatial shards flaked into the air.
Around Gabriel, space distorted, rippling like waves in an otherwise calm sea.
