Airi stepped forward, slow and steady. Heat shimmered around her like the edge of a storm. The broken glass at her feet began to tremble, faintly glowing purple as the energy rose.
She tightened her grip on both swords.
Bel was watching.
She took a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her heart thudded faster in her chest. If he was really looking, then this had to matter.
No nerves. No hesitation.
Just movement.
She launched.
Her blade ripped through the air in a blinding flash, wide, heavy, unstoppable. It felt like the world cracked beneath her swing. The force hit like an explosion frozen in time: streaks of light, rippling shockwaves tearing across the dreamscape.
Mirrors nearby shattered on impact. They couldn't handle her.
But she wasn't finished, not by a long shot.
