Sibling Of Kakarot, The Ancestors & Ethereal Shackles Hard Rock Type Beat
The heavy oak doors of the sanctum were blasted off their hinges, glowing with the heat of a thousand suns. Dust motes danced in the twilight as the scout, a young courier for the Resistance, peered through the wreckage. His jaw dropped. "Holy yak cow," he whispered, stepping over a shattered centrifuge. "The Red Sage's lab looks worse than the Blue's." It was total devastation. The alchemical fires that usually burned controlled and bright were now scattered across the floor, eating away at the ancient stone. But it wasn't just the destruction that was chilling; it was the precision of it. From the shadows of the upper balcony, a cold, silken voice echoed. "You give him too much credit." The scout froze. Two figures descended slowly, defying gravity. One was tall, draped in midnight robes; the other was a woman with eyes like fractured ice. "There's definitely been a struggle here," the scout stammered, backing away. Th...