The civic plaza detonated into a storm of fractured spatial planes as Rumi slipped behind reality's fold with fluid, predator grace.
She did not challenge the hooked demon's raw physical might, but folded the spatial corridor between his claws and Cessy's shoulder.
With a whisper of iridescent silk, she stepped directly into the entity's blind turn, scooping the former huntress free from the iron barb.
"Pardon our intrusion," she murmured with exquisite, terrifying courtesy, her lynx ears twitching as she altered the destination vector.
In the very same motion, she inverted the entity's spatial gateway, folding its living core into an isolated, airless planar pocket.
The hooked monster thrashed violently, attempting to anchor its claws into the flagstones, but found only empty geometric void.
With a crisp flick of her silver-threaded wrist, she compressed the pocket down to a single mathematical point of pure zero density.
