Marc nearly had his head cleaved off by some manifestation for staring at Lucian too long
He crushed the thing out of existence with a vicious twist of space and immediately pushed back toward the center, blood running freely from his nose and a cut above his eye. The rise was chaos, Lucy's hellflame roaring in wide destructive arcs,Outer God forms shedding and reforming under Vyn's inverted laws, Silas and Reia holding a collapsing left through pure violence and telepathic sabotage,Evelyn fighting like a drawn blade on her line, still separate, still furious, Lirael remaining locked near Lucian, pale light fracturing around every exchange
None of it mattered as much to Marc in that moment as the words still hanging in the air.
He slammed a gravity well into a pair of constructs hard enough to fold them into the stone, then shouted across the gap
"What do you mean you can't?"
Lucian broke Lirael's containment surge and drove her back two steps without looking over. "Later."
