The battlefield trembled as the Harpy's new form fully emerged from the crater. The black glow radiating from its feathers pulsed with unnatural energy, warping the air around it. The moment its blood-red eyes locked onto them, a suffocating pressure crashed down.
Then it moved.
Faster than before.
In one instant, it was in the crater. The next, it was directly in front of Sixtie, its talons descending with enough force to shatter mountains.
Sixtie barely had time to react. She twisted her fingers, and space bent.
CRACK!
The Harpy's claw struck an invisible barrier, the air itself bending and distorting under the impact. But instead of breaking through, its talons began phasing through reality, slipping past Sixtie's spatial defenses like they weren't even there.
Her eyes widened. "Impossible—"
