Suddenly, Lunareio raised Eidolon Noctis, his Phantom Moon Spear, into the sky.
A colossal blue magic circle bloomed above them, with the moon phased in the outer rims, stretching wide across the heavens, its runes pulsing with moonlight.
Veyrn's eyes widened in disbelief. "That magic circle… its size is incredible."
Harrow corrected him. "Veyrn… that's not magic," he said grimly. "It's an Authority."
Lunareio's voice cut through the tension, low and cold behind the demon mask. "Gregor," he said.
"Step aside. You're in the way."
Gregor's eyes widened for a moment, but as he gazed at the sheer intensity in his lord's eyes, he couldn't help but feel proud and excited. He bowed gracefully.
"As you wish… my lord."
In the next instant, his body unraveled into black shadows, vanishing into the air.
With him gone, the massive circle above began to pulse like a heartbeat in the sky. The wind itself seemed to still, as if nature dared not interrupt what was to come.
