The moment shattered like glass under tension.
Morenelle lunged.
Despite her massive size, her speed defied logic. Her claws dug deep into the cracked earth, launching her forward with enough force to tear the ground apart in a spiral of upheaved rock and soil. Her serpentine roots snapped forward like spears—all ten—twisting through the air in an intricate dance of destruction, each one aiming for a vital point: throat, heart, knees, shoulders.
But Liam didn't move.
Not until the last second.
His eyes, one violet, one red, narrowed. The storm of myst surrounding him coiled inward, then burst from beneath his feet in a shockwave that didn't make a sound—but sent dust and pebbles floating like they'd been caught in orbit.
He vanished from her sight.
