The three of them were starting to get irritated. Attacks came from every direction fast, formless, and every time Sylvia's chains or Alicia's spells nearly hit something, the figure vanished like a reflection on rippling water.
"Not a single hit…" Stacia muttered, her eyes darting rapidly as she read the ever-shifting mana flow. "I can't map them. Their positions shift before we can even lock onto their spatial coordinates."
Alicia slammed her staff against the ground, breathing heavily.
"They're toying with us. Strike, vanish, reappear in random order… it's like fighting the shadows of time itself."
Sylvia stood in the center, eyes narrowing. Her black chains floated around her, rotating slowly like serpents waiting to strike. Yet even those chains able to trace space itself lost their way. The enemies were too fast. Or rather, they weren't existing at the same moment as them.
