A cold wind blew across the sweltering expanse of Godgrave, making the soldiers shiver. As Ki Song looked at Anvil with a faint smile, the legion of the dead stirred. A vast breach opened in their silent wall as numerous puppets moved, clearing a path directly to the battle formation of the Song Army.
However, that path did not stay open for long.
A moment later, the air trembled, and was split apart as a vertical fracture cut the world. Then, it expanded, and for the first time in thousands of years, snow fell on the scorching surface of the ancient bone.
As the Dream Gate opened, a raging snowstorm became visible in its towering fissure. A magnificent black palace could be vaguely seen in the billowing snow, as well as the mountain it stood upon.
The clouds of snow that escaped the Dream Gate instantly melted, the water boiling and evaporating as a searing haze obscured the front rows of the Song soldiers.
Anvil observed the scene calmly.
"Curious. How are you able to anchor the Dream Gate in the same realm it is rooted to?"
Ki Song shrugged gracefully.
"It is a Component of the Night Garden... why, you did not know?"
There was a subtle mocking note in her, but he did not react.
"The Night Garden... huh, makes sense. Storm God is the god of guidance and travel, after all, and that ship was made to sail the darkness of her Sea."
His gaze shifted from the towering rift in reality to Ki Song.
"Was that the reason why you fed the House of Night to that abomination?"
She lingered with the answer, then chuckled.
"I hoped you would show at least a little trepidation, old friend. But you are too far gone, aren't you? What will it take to make you flinch?"
Ki Song shook her head.
"I took the Night Garden. I took the other Citadels of the Stormsea, too. Rivergate is gone, and Bastion has fallen. My kingdom is stronger than ever before, while you don't even have enough Saints to rule yours... can you feel it, Vale? Can you feel your Domain crumbling?"
Anvil remained silent for a few moments, looking at her impassively.
"Why should I care?"
Then, however, his expression changed subtly.
Ki Song's smile disappeared, replaced by a cold and vicious expression.
"Can you feel it now?"
He looked down, at the bone surface beneath their feet, as if trying to pierce it with his gaze. His eyes darkened slightly, expressing a hint of contempt.
"I see... you've taken the Spine Ocean, after all. The men I sent to kill your daughters are dying... they are dead. And the Citadels they ruled are now without a master."
Ki Song looked at him silently with no particular expression, and for a moment, she looked like what she was — a flawlessly preserved, masterfully controlled corpse.
Anvil met her gaze calmly.
"How useless. Do you feel confident now that you have amassed all that power, Song?"
The beautiful corpse smiled.
"It does feel nice."
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