Raven gasped, steadying himself as the last threads of the pact snapped into place. Lady Ostreva slumped to her knees, the thorns receding like a retreating tide. The battlefield fell still. No choir. No poison. No light.
[Optional: Silence Resonance Nodes (3/3)]
Then—a scythe whistled through the dark.
Raven's instincts screamed. He barely twisted in time, raising his chain edge to deflect the blow. Steel rang against steel. The impact hurled him across the chamber, crashing him into a cluster of shattered alchemical tanks.
Glass splintered. He groaned, blinking through the haze.
Someone else was here.
From the shadows between the ruined vats, she stepped out.
NekoNekoNyan.
A familiar figure, long black braid swaying, cloak fluttering like a pageant performer exiting a stage. Her eyes gleamed crimson, but not with power—with amusement. Sadistic. Detached.
"Tch. Not dead yet? And here I thought I lost all the fun. C'mon, dipshit. Let me play with you for a while."
