And that was when Boy struck.
Calling upon his aether, he slammed his paws into the ground.
Umbral Bind!
The dying light of the sun cast long shadows across the battlefield, and from within them. Darkness surged forth like a living entity.
The air grew heavy as aether pulsed through the ground, an unnatural stillness gripping the battlefield for a fleeting moment before the attack was unleashed.
Black tendrils erupted like serpentine hunters, twisting and lashing through the chaos, their inky forms flickering as if drawn from the very essence of the twilight itself.
They surged forward, with terrifying speed, seeking out their prey with an intelligence beyond simple magic.
The moment they found the target, they latched onto the bandits' legs, arms, and torsos with crushing force, locking them in place.
Some of the bandits barely had time to react before they were completely immobilised, their bodies ensnared in the unyielding grip of shadow.
