Tamayō finished her chant.
And without pause, she launched the 14 moons—all of them screaming through the night sky, bearing down on me and Alicia.
At the same time, Alicia's [Wicked Nebulae] had matured past the point of no return. The energy had risen from her palms, now floating above her head—two tombstone-sized masses of writhing, green-black essence.
Even the usual small version—the size of a human head—could erase every molecule of life in a given region, if used right.
Hers, on the other hand, were bluntly apocalyptic.
I didn't wait any longer.
I leapt skyward, propelling myself to the exact center between both attackers.
Then I slammed my palms together. The sound echoed like thunder down the realm's spine.
And I invoked a technique; one where every energy in the area were pulled to me.
Because Coastelle… isn't just some space anymore. It felt like my child. My own flesh and blood.