Elius narrowed his eyes as the swirling maelstrom of lightning, psychic shockwaves, and illusionary fog ripped through the floating debris around them.
The sand tombs cracked and buckled, power seething like a tidal wave breaking through a dam.
The moment teetered on chaos, an unstable eruption of unrestrained synergy between three corrupted powers.
But then, as if a piece of the puzzle fell perfectly into place within his mind, Elius's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.
"I see what's happening now," he muttered.
His tone shifted. Not one of fear—but of control.
"You still think combining your broken powers will give you a chance?" Elius said, his voice now echoing unnaturally across the floating terrain. "You really are desperate."
In an instant, his form shimmered. His outline faded like a dying flame, only to be replaced with a whisper of smoke.
Ghost Walk.
Like a streak of grey wind, he was gone.
BOOM!
