The camp burned with panic shouts and gunfire. The Umbravores moved like ghosts, invisible and merciless. Standard weapons passed through them. Psychic dampeners fizzled. Kye and Reign were down, pinned beneath one of the beasts, their bodies twitching as their life force was siphoned away. Then the air cracked.
A pulse of emerald light split the gloom, and Yu Xi landed in the center of the chaos like a falling star. His blade flared to life—jagged, humming, and impossibly bright. His eyes glowed with the same searing green, and the ground trembled beneath the weight of his psychic presence. He moved like a storm given form—every step a blur, every strike a blurrier blur. He didn't hesitate.
