LThe fight with Lord Malakor in his own, gloomy throne room was unlike any fight they had ever had before. Malakor, now super-charged with the power of the Reality Loom, was not just a powerful enemy. He was the writer, director, and star of his own, personal action movie, and he was editing the script in real time.
Ilsa Varkov was the first to charge. She was a whirlwind of disciplined fury, her power armor moving with a speed that should have been impossible for a woman encased in that much metal. She lunged forward, her combat blade a blur, aimed directly at Malakor's shadowy heart. It was a perfect, unstoppable strike.
And then, it wasn't.
Just as her blade was about to hit, the world seemed to… skip. Like a movie that had just been rewound by a few frames. Suddenly, Ilsa was back at the start of her lunge, and Malakor was sitting calmly on his throne, a smug, mocking look on his shadowy face.
