It came in waves—sky, ground, root, and dream.
Umbrael's forces struck from the heavens, from below, through memory, and through fear. It was chaos.
But Lucky stood at every front.
Through illusions, she clung to truth. Through fire, she brought water. Through despair, she shared laughter. Through hopelessness, she sang.
Not a war song—but a lullaby her mother once sang, back before memory.
And it turned the tide.