The world around Alex was a dizzying blur of heat and motion, the masked elves closing in with a relentless, almost mechanical precision that made his heart pound like a war drum in his chest.
His eyes darted frantically, searching for an escape, his mind still reeling from the system's chime:
Desperation clawed at him, and he checked the system again, his breath hitching as a new message glowed in his vision:
A surge of frustration crashed through him—Level 5?
He was nowhere near that, and the realization hit like a fist to the gut, sharp and bruising. His telekinesis was already strained, flickering like a dying ember, and his infliction ability, untested in a fight this brutal, felt like a wild card he wasn't sure he could play.
Options were slipping through his fingers, and the elves' menacing advance left no room for mistakes.
