Cling!
The Heavenly Swallowing Sword met the compressed mass without hesitation, the blade cutting straight into it as if the weight behind the attack meant nothing at all.
The moment the edge touched, the structure of the attack began to come apart.
The divine authority woven through it peeled away first, stripped cleanly from the physical force beneath, the same way it always did when the sword made contact.
What had been a dense, unified strike lost cohesion at the point of impact, breaking apart into fragments that scattered outward across the platform.
A second earlier, they had carried enough force to crush through stone, yet now they fell apart mid-motion, reduced to something far less dangerous.
Emyria felt the loss immediately.
She stepped back on instinct, reacting to the sudden absence of control in her hands, but I was already moving through the opening created by the dispersal.
Fwip!
