The waterfall of poisonous snakes that had replaced Ananke's hair slithered and hissed, their scales glinting like dark jewels, while her eyes blazed with an amber glow. Grasping her harpoon, she threw one last look at Nephis and Sunny, smiled, and rushed to join the battle against the Wolf and the stolen shades.
A vast nebula of silver strings trailed in the air behind her, twisting as each thread of essence silk shot toward the enemy legion. Each infinitely thin string was sharper than a razor, slicing the warriors of the Vile Spawn apart when Ananke moved the fingers of her free hand to draw it taut.
At the same time, a colossal moth descended upon them in a hurricane of ethereal threads of silken darkness, sowing death and destruction among the silent shadows.
