Kael rolled, heart pounding in his chest, Abyssal Fang Dagger clutched tight. The mist swirled, thick with primal energy, stinging his eyes.
The sentinel's runes pulsed, its bone-metal frame looming like a nightmare forged from the canyon's heart. Its core rune—glowing gold in its chest—taunted him, a guarded weakness.
Kael's Night Predator trait screamed—danger from every angle. The canyon groaned, rocks tumbling from the walls. The mist glowed, primal energy surging, pressing against his chest like a fist.
He darted right, Eclipse Step cloaking him in shadows. The sentinel's blade grazed the air where he'd stood, sparking against stone. Kael reappeared behind a crumbling pillar, panting, sweat mixing with blood on his face. His Bloodthread Mantle hung in shreds, barely holding together.
"Too fast," he muttered, silver eyes flicking to the sentinel's core. He needed to hit it—hard—but its blades guarded every approach.
