My Blood Wizard System
Half the Sky battalion suddenly forgets how wings work and falls screaming into the void.
I ride the lightning rail that loops the main plaza, board sparking violet, katana singing.
A Sky captain (taller, older, crown of frozen stormclouds) drops in front of me, spear spinning.
Sky Captain:
“Yield the throne you were never meant to sit, little queen.”
I smile with too many teeth.
Celeste:
“Come take it.”
He lunges.
I parry with Hellebore Mist, the blade drinks his spear’s wind and spits it back as a tornado that rips his own wings off.