The moment Mabel raised her sword and unleashed the cyclone of Myst, everything changed.
Water spiraled with spatial distortion, her aura surging with refined precision that bordered on terrifying. Liam, still midair, narrowed his eyes—but the grin on his face had vanished.
He blinked once.
She was already there.
The first blow struck his chest, launching him into a glass wall that shattered into an endless abyss. Before he could reorient himself, another blink strike came from below, the flat of her blade smashing into his back and sending him ricocheting through a spiral of fractured space.
She's faster.
He pushed off a twisted column, daggers flaring, trying to catch her next move. But Mabel didn't attack where she was—she struck from where she would be next. Her movements flowed like water, each blink not just a teleport but a continuation of momentum, forming an unpredictable and chaotic dance.
Liam gritted his teeth as he crossed his daggers. "Shadow Rend."
