In an instant, it's over. The drake is obliterated. Clearly, whoever put that thing here in the first place weren't expecting people like Dust and Tyzias to come a'knocking. Tyzias's swords vanish into blue pixels, and her head snaps towards Furae. She stands tall, taller than Dust has ever seen her, and something about her doesn't... fit quite right. It's hard to put a finger on, but it's there, along with the endless, deep, eldritch abyss in her eyes.

Bracing herself, Tyzias summons another, different weapon: a massive, black-and-red hammer with a spectral clock ticking away at its center. Spikes akin to the blades of Caledfwlch and her other blade adorn its bashing end, and without hesitation she smashes the mysterious pillar lurking behind the drake.

"Tell anyone about this, and I break you. Understand?"