The cosmic figure stood motionless, bandaged hands hanging loosely at its sides. Where a face should have been, swirling nebulae shifted in patterns that hurt to look at directly. The glass roof panels above fractured the moonlight, casting prismatic reflections across the warehouse floor—reflections that seemed to bend away from the entity as if even light itself feared to touch it.
Seraphina's orobos snake hissed, its metal body expanding as it coiled protectively around her arm. "Interesting timing," she said, her voice betraying no fear despite the sudden shift in power dynamics. "I don't suppose you're Kaz?"
The figure didn't respond. Instead, it raised one hand—a simple gesture that shouldn't have been threatening but somehow carried immense weight. The air rippled, and black thorned vines erupted from the shadows surrounding Seraphina, lashing toward her with deadly precision.
