Abyssal energy exploded outward, shattering the encroaching void. The whispering figures screamed, their forms breaking apart. Gin staggered back, his golden eyes narrowing.
"You—"
Cruzer's Shardblade solidified in his grip.
He grinned. "You talk too much."
The abyss recoiled.
Gin's golden eyes burned, his form flickering like a flame in a storm. For the first time, his confidence cracked—not much, just a hairline fracture, but Cruzer saw it.
And that was enough.
Cruzer steadied himself, feeling the weight of his Shardblade once more. The abyss still pressed in, still tried to claw at his thoughts, to unravel him from the inside out. But Elara's voice had cut through it, reminding him of who he was. What he was fighting for.
His grip tightened.
"You talk too much," he repeated, and with a single step, he launched himself forward.
