"This is fucking space magic!" Zephyr yelled as he gripped the cut on his other arm instinctively to stem the bleeding.
The cut itself, because of the nature of the attack that wounded him, was uncanny. It wasn't just a normal gash, rather, it was more like a deletion. Like the skin that was supposed to be cut was missing. A thin, perfectly clean slice of flesh, about six inches long, had been removed from his forearm as if by a razor-sharp, invisible wire. He could even see the musculature beneath as blood spilled out.
As he scanned the chamber for any more monsters, he noted the uncanny ambience of this new chamber — Level 3, Void Phantom Den, as the Voice of The World had just tonelessly announced.
