"Focus the left wing! It's regenerating from the tar!"
Sasha Kim's voice sliced through the cacophony of shattering glass and whistling bone-needles. She didn't wait for a reply. Her white trench coat flared as she vaulted off a fallen pillar, her palms glowing with a harsh, emerald light.
"I have the center!" Kim Jin shouted back.
He didn't look at her. He didn't look at the corpses of the three Siberian warriors currently being dissolved by the floor. He was a blur of maroon and red static. Twelve holograms—double his previous limit—swarmed the Silent Arbiter. They weren't just distractions anymore. They were meat grinders. Each red blade carved into the Arbiter's four wings, shearing off feathers that dissolved into foul-smelling white gas.
"Hyeonwoo, get the survivors to the staircase!" Sasha commanded mid-air. "The second Commandment is wearing off, the sound is coming back!"
As if on cue, a localized sonic boom erupted from the Arbiter's hooded head.
SCREE—!!!
