Bang!
Malik sprang backward with blinding speed, his cloak billowing as he narrowly evaded the incoming strike. His staff carved a glowing arc through the air as he shouted, "Prison of Time!!"
From its tip, a condensed sphere of temporal chains erupted forth, shimmering with strands of silver light, hurtling toward his foe.
This foe was no ordinary creature—an armored specter, its frame twisted and massive, ghostly plates clinging to its incorporeal flesh. From its helmet-like head sprouted several writhing tendrils that lashed about violently, while in its hand gleamed a warped, spectral sword.
"…?!" The specter swung its blade down on the glowing orb, expecting to shatter it. Yet the prison was relentless—it cut through the strike and phased directly into its chest, embedding itself within.
