Tyler and Kaeya moved across the rooftops, their boots crunching softly against cracked stone and broken tiles. The city below them pulsed faintly with red light, the mouths embedded in the walls opening and closing in irregular rhythms, as if breathing. Kaeya did not hesitate. Each time she reached the edge of a terrace or rooftop, she swung her sword in a clean, decisive arc, severing the mouths carved there. Stone shattered, fragments raining down into the streets below.
The mouths writhed and shrieked, then fell silent.
Normally, they would regenerate within moments. This time, however, the wounds lingered. Cracks crawled slowly across the stone instead of sealing instantly, and the red glow dimmed rather than flaring back to life.
"They're healing slower," Tyler observed, glancing down as another mouth failed to reform properly.
Kaeya nodded, eyes sharp. "They're being forced to disconnect. Also The demon which is controlling them is likely under pressure."
