He stepped sideways and the patch followed him.
Nyx's hands lifted at his back.
"Got it."
The Spatial Drain reached forward, caught the casting thread mid-pull, and folded the dark patch's anchor sideways. The trap peeled off the rock under Kaiden's boot and bent into a curve that vented harmlessly into empty air past the chokehold's flank. A month ago she would have missed the cast entirely, blind to the spell's path until the floor had erupted under his feet.
The two Wraithstrides hit the kill zone.
Luna disappeared.
The red lightning peeled her body off the floor in three trails at once. Each reformed her at a different angle on the lead Wraithstride's flank, the Lunas swinging Stormblades crackling crimson on the same heartbeat, and the simultaneous Calamity detonations went off through the dorsal plating from every vector before the Wraithstride had registered the first one.
