Suddenly, Ailin's manic laughter rang out. A brief, unsettling sound that cut through the silence before her eyes snapped away from Finn. She turned her head sharply, locking her gaze toward the far left of the battlefield.
Two specific figures were staring back at her, absolute horror written into the lines of their expressions. The moment their eyes met hers, the wide, bloody grin on Ailin's face vanished instantly. Her expression became entirely dead and flat, her dark pupils narrowing into two frozen points of malice as she locked gazes with them.
Meanwhile, back in the air, Finn continued to hover in silence, watching the last traces of the Great Dao's scrutiny fade back into the endless expanse between worlds. He spent several quiet moments focusing internally, calming the flow of his power and allowing his makeshift divine reserves to settle into their new, permanent boundaries.
