The air still hummed with the chilling echo of the first Stasis Sentinel's demise, its stone form now dissolved into inert sand that lay scattered on the frozen ground. Andrew's chest heaved, his magical reserves alarmingly low, but the two remaining Sentinels wasted no time. Their burning eye sockets, once locked in stasis, now blazed with furious, red light, acknowledging him as the primary threat.
The rogue shadows, having engaged the other two Sentinels, were already pressing their advantage. One had managed to wrap itself around a Sentinel's leg, its shadowy form momentarily solidifying to provide purchase, though the very act seemed to cause temporal glitches around it. The Sentinel roared, its stone fist moving with startling, slow-motion power, attempting to dislodge the clinging shadow. The other rogue shadow darted, a fleeting blur, trying to get behind its assigned target.
