Veylith met the colliding orbs at the exact point where resistance ends. The spectrum did not decorate her — it entered. Magenta, cyan, and violet flooded through armor and hair until her cape became living ink, every strand and fold rewriting the sky while the spheres locked into orbit around her altered rhythm. She cuts above the mirrored spires of the celestial city not as conqueror, but as living proof: the only veil that ever mattered dissolves the moment you turn inward and begin the quiet, merciless work of removing what no longer belongs. 43 MP • 5856px X 7392px • 43.3 MB Tools used: Niji 6, GP AI, LR, Procreate