Seraphina's Shadow didn't wait long, though.
"You don't want to answer me? You're so weak. I will show you how weak you are," the Shadow said, clenching their dual swords.
The obsidian corridor swallowed the words.
No torches, no doors. Just black walls that held a faint, warped reflection and a floor that drank every footfall.
They ran.
Twin blades crossed at their chest, an X flashing with a violet sheen, then broke apart as the Shadow cut straight down the narrow passage.
Seraphina raised her guard and braced against the slick stone.
Steel met steel. A clean, thin ring vibrated through the corridor and vanished as the dark ate it.
The Shadow's high blade crashed down. The low blade slid for her ribs.
Seraphina caught the high cut and rolled her hip, letting the lower edge scrape her off-hand guard instead of skin.
The Shadow flowed around her like water running downhill.
Left sword flipped to a reverse grip and stabbed for her hip. Right sword arced for her temple.
