On his left, the air warped and sang as a pillar of brilliant, warm golden light crashed down from the simulated heavens.
On his right, the atmosphere violently ruptured, splitting the sky with an ear-splitting thunderclap as a strike of thick, blinding white lightning hammered into the stone.
The light faded, leaving the two legends standing on the rocky earth.
Astensia took a deep breath, her golden braid shifting in the wind, looking perfectly at peace.
Beside her, Thor immediately straightened up, her white hair whipping wildly around her face. She looked around the peaks and the grey sky, visibly disoriented for a microsecond.
"Where is this now?"
Then, she turned her head, and her piercing silver-blue eyes locked directly onto Lancet.
She froze. Her breath caught in her chest for a second The tether of Grace connecting their souls pulsed, an undeniable chain binding her existence to his. Lancet waited, staring back at her.
