The thousand mouths of the Demonic Arbiter began to gnash in a discordant rhythm, a sound like wet bone grinding against rusted iron. The black fog of mental pollution rolled across the terrace, turning the rankers' vision into a blurred, flickering film of their worst memories.
Kim Jin staggered, his red holograms flickering like dying lightbulbs. Even the stoic master of mirages couldn't maintain his core under the weight of a Calamity-rank evolution.
Then, a heavy, metallic click echoed through the gray silence.
Sasha Kim stepped forward. Her white trench coat was no longer pristine; it was scorched at the hem, but her green eyes were burning with a cold, sapphire light. She raised her hands, palms open.
