Raiden fixed Lost Child with a stare that twisted a smile on his face, too sharp to be genuine, too steady to be human. His smoking blade of darkness gripped tight, he lunged forward in a shadow-trailing dash.
He closed in on Lost Child faster than he could draw a full breath; his blade hissed as it sliced forward, the air parting around it. Just as steel met flesh, Lost Child's eyes blazed yellow, and he slipped past the sword's edge—so close the edge grazed a strand of his hair.
But his escape led him straight into danger as Ash whipped her shadowy chains toward him, seeking to bind him in her dark snare.
His stare tracked every movement, patient and unblinking.
Shifting his grip on the hilt, he prepared to strike the moment Lost Child escaped Ash's chains.
But in an instant, Lost Child was gone. Raiden's menacing grin faded as his thoughts churned, eyes darting across the landscape in search of his vanished prey.
