The fight between Arden and the drake was getting to it's peak.
As faint afterimages flickered through the mist and light.
One moment the drake was attacking a target that wasn't there, the next it recoiled as static discharges burst across its wings. It twisted mid-air, wings erratic, trying to pinpoint the real threat.
Then the air stilled.
Arden appeared above the drake.
The final movement was different, sharp, deliberate. He blinked forward once. Then again. Each shift left behind a charged image, each one buzzing with electricity.
Rael's eyes widened. "What is that?"
"I also don't know, looks like a new skill," Nyra said, voice almost soft but filled with a bit of awe.
The drake caught sight of him too late. Its wings moved to pull away, but its body was locked mid-air—confused by the static, delayed by the flickering afterimages, its senses unable to tell what was real.
Arden's blade sliced through the confusion.
The final strike didn't just cut. It detonated.
