Moving the clock back a few minutes.
The Sword Saint and the Sky Spear hovered high above, their eyes locked on the relentless downpour of meteors. Following Amon's orders, they fought desperately to prevent Zephys's complete annihilation. Around the Sword Saint, ten thousand sword phantoms shimmered into being, each one striking the falling space stones with growing precision and force.
Though nearing a century in age, Kassadin Bromm moved with the vigour of an eighteen-year-old. He soared through the air, commanding his myriad blades to cleave through a descending meteor before it could crash into the faltering barrier below.
Yet, despite his efforts, fragments still slipped through—slamming into the barrier and further weakening its integrity. Worse still, the half-shattered meteors rained down like shrapnel, tearing through the capital and levelling countless buildings.
