Tila's hand, now materialized into a massive shadow blade, swung for Rhea's chest with lethal precision, the air screaming as it cleaved through space.
Rhea's eyes widened, her momentum carrying her straight into the blade's path.
At the last split-second, a wall of ice shot up between them, Tila's blade struck the barrier, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface, while Rhea crashed into the ice, grunting as her shoulder slammed against it.
Freya's quick reflexes saving Rhea's life. Both breathed a sigh of relief, close call.
Tila snarled, her grin faltering. "Tch. Pathetic maggots."
Without pause, Tila dissolved back into the shadows, her form slithering like a snake toward Kael's dome, now perilously close.
The shadows rose, forming a drill once more, its obsidian tip pulsing with dark energy, boring into the ice dome with a grinding screech.
