"This is the second gift, I guess," Parker muttered, exhaling through his nose, eyes flicking up toward the shimmering dome overhead like it was watching him back. The damn thing glowed like the aurora and felt heavier than fate itself.
Then—whoosh—Nyxavere shot into the sky like a silver bullet wrapped in chaos. She didn't even announce it. Typical her. A flash of violet, a gust of wind, and she was hovering right above the dome, arms back, fist glowing.
"Oh fuck, here we go," Parker whispered.
Boom.
She punched the dome straight on, her power blazing like she was trying to crack the heavens open. The dome didn't crack. It didn't even shake. It just... bent. Slightly. Like a soap bubble trying to decide whether or not to take her seriously. Then it swallowed the force, folded it into itself like it was munching on god-power for breakfast.
Nyxavere landed a second later, her boots sparking as she touched down.
