Appearance was deceiving.
The demon in the old woman's body moved incredibly fast—faster, it seemed, than the previous one.
Before Lein's eyes, the Thread appeared again, shining with a bright black light. It twisted like something alive, pulling him toward the demon by winding paths. Lein clenched his teeth and, without hesitation, rushed after it.
«To the left?»
The Thread jerked sharply to the side, and Lein, without thinking, darted after it.
At that very moment, the demon snapped the old woman's fingers—like firing an imaginary pistol.
From the right came a heavy wave of familiar energy… Ether.
«You can do that?!»
There was no time for surprise: the Thread turned again, and Lein instantly repeated its maneuver.
The demon tried to predict his step, snapping the woman's fingers to the right, then to the spot where he had stood a moment ago.
But missed again.
The fury on the old woman's face shifted into stunned amazement.
