Jennifer and Tyson pierced the shimmering gap in the shield, their forms propelled forward.
Jennifer, with a fleeting glance over her shoulder, willed the gap to close, sealing their entry and severing the path behind them.
The two landed with a soft thud on the ramparts, their gazes locking onto Persephone, who had halted her advance before the impenetrable shield.
"Now," Jennifer whispered, her voice laced with a quiet intensity. The divine spark within her ignited, the goddess spirit surging back into her body, same with Tyson's.
Persephone watched, her eyes narrowed, as the humans lifted their faces to the storm, their bodies conduits for a rising tide of energy.
She turned her head eastward, witnessing the convergence of power: Drakon, Havoc, Campe, Shenras, and the Abyssal Archangels, all contributing their formidable energies to the escalating celestial surge.
***This is dire.*** she murmured, her voice a low, ominous rumble.
BOOOOM!!!
