Mozrael soared forward like a comet, flames trailing her fists as she struck with everything she had.
But she hit nothing.
Her punch collided with a ghostly silhouette that dissipated in a swirl of wind.
Lynnor was already behind her, a smug grin curling her lips.
"You're fast," she said from her higher point of view, "but not fast enough to outrun your own perception."
Mozrael twisted mid-air, swinging again. Flames danced along her limbs, crackling with the fury of someone protecting what mattered most.
But again, she struck Nothingness.
She passed through another afterimage. And this time, her ears rang violently. It felt like a bell was struck too close. She clutched her head, staggered, and dropped from the sky.
"Poor little dragon," Lynnor cooed, walking casually toward her. "You really don't understand, do you?"
Mozrael gritted her teeth, trying to stabilize herself. Her flames flickered unnaturally.
"Why? I thought… I thought you were someone we could trust…"
