A storm of thoughts tore through my head as I combed every corner of my domain, searching for an answer.
I pushed my Psynapse harder, scanning for runes, marks, distortions, anything that could have allowed the phantom to teleport me straight into its grasp. But there was nothing. No trace, no ripple left behind.
That only left the truth I didn't want to admit. It wasn't a trick of its domain at all, it was another talent. One of the three it had devoured.
And what a monstrous talent it was. To bend space this way, to twist the rules so casually… if it could do this, what else was it capable of?
The phantom didn't give me time to wonder. It raised its massive palm, larger than my whole face, and leveled it at my head.
The air thickened. A circular black vortex bloomed just inches away from me, spinning with a hunger that made my skin crawl.
"Now," it rasped, voice trembling with glee, "let me devour your talent and see what it is."
