The wave of Nihility didn't hit like a physical blow; it hit like the end of a thought.
Where the grey mist touched the obsidian of the Spire, the stone didn't shatter—it simply ceased to be. Ingi thrown back by the sheer conceptual weight of his former teammates' combined void, watched in horror as his children were systematically suppressed.
"Zarathorak!" Nerathis screamed, her voice cracking.
She lunged through the grey sludge, her hands reaching for her brother's pinned form. But the Harbinger moved with a speed that defied the laws of motion. One of its four arms—a limb composed of shifting, static-drenched scales—shot out and backhanded the Water Dragon. Nerathis was sent spinning across the peak, her sapphire light flickering like a dying candle.
