As the consuming darkness devoured every inch of the chamber, Serah stood firm, blade raised defensively, her stance poised like a coiled flame ready to strike. Jyn had been directly in front of her before the shadows poured in, but now—now the world had gone pitch black. Even with myst amplifying her vision, she could barely see more than faint silhouettes dancing at the edge of her sight.
"Banen! Hana!" Serah shouted, her voice cutting through the void like a warning flare, hoping to regroup by sound.
But there was no response. Not a whisper or even a breath.
"Dammit," she cursed under her breath, tightening her grip on the hilt of her sword.
'This has to be the work of a dark mage... Jyn's one, sure—but the look in his eyes before the lights went out, that wasn't planned. He was caught off guard too…'
Her crimson eyes narrowed. 'That means there's a second.'
