The Praetor roared. His crimson armor split. Not broke— split , as if the concept of “armor” had been politely asked to step aside.
“By the throne,” Marcus whispered. “She’s not a guard. She’s a cataclysm .”
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And then she smiled.
And .
Yukari-chan said nothing. She never did.
The blade remained where it was—embedded in his grip, still glowing. And then it sang . A high, thin note that rose and rose until it passed beyond hearing. The Praetor’s eyes went wide. His armor began to crack—not from impact, but from resonance . Every joint, every seam, every rune carved into the metal vibrated apart. The Praetor roared
But Yukari-chan was bleeding.
The Praetor saw it. He was no fool.
“Behind!” Sera shouted.