Kael Vi-rel's voice was strained, a tight knot of frustration and exhaustion in his throat. "Shit… we've been dodging for an hour now." His body was a coiled spring, every muscle screaming from the constant, desperate dance of evasion. He weaved past another lethal strike, the air beside his head shivering as a crack in reality opened and snapped shut.
He muttered to himself, his voice a low, raspy growl. "It's best if Selene Whitmore keeps her distance for now. Even she can't get close through this darkness…" His eyes, keen and focused, were locked on the distorted figure ahead. The creature, a nightmare of twisted flesh and void energy, seemed to exist in a different dimension entirely, its movements a jarring series of blinks and tears in the fabric of the world. It was less a physical foe and more a living weapon of spatial distortion.
