The chamber erupted. A hand — deceptively ordinary in size and shape, yet so powerful, each movement tore the void — pushed itself through the wounded seam of space and lunged with unnerving precision for the frantic orb darting around the clearing.
It had no eyes, no guiding sense that Kain could detect, yet it slipped in and out of space with flawless accuracy, tracking the orb's evasive flight perfectly.
The orb darted like a trapped insect, zipping around twisted, corrupted trees, flying behind Kain and the Abyssal, clearly in panic.
Every movement of the hand carved new fissures through the air: spiderweb cracks that had a blackhole-like suction. The very fabric of the room bent toward those breaks as if gravity had been given teeth.
'shit!'
