Nysa and Alexa

The next pulse wasn't just an attack...It was a summons.

A sphere of energy condensed in her palm, tiny at first—

Then it expanded. A miniature star, swirling with golden-black flame, roaring louder with every heartbeat as it grew.

The chains? They shattered.

The gray and silver? Burned away.

The pulse from the house? This time, it recoiled.

Alexa's eyes burned bright, golden light reflected in the molten star hovering above her palm. Her voice was steady. "Now we're even." The air cracked.

Not just the ground—the very fabric of reality seemed to strain beneath the pressure as Alexa advanced, her steps slow, deliberate, resonant. Power bled from her core in molten waves, rippling outwards in pulses that made the air feel heavier, thicker. Her aura, once dark golden and pure, was fractured now—veins of more darker energy streaking through the radiance like cracks spidering across glass.