Amon strode closer and closer.
The woman's head turned in his direction. That same burgundy hair swayed faintly, and a grin stretched across her twisted face.
A heartbeat later, more than twenty sharp, massive, tar-colored limbs lashed forward at once.
The air around Selena wavered.
She vanished.
In the next instant, she appeared between Amon and the oncoming tentacles.
She exhaled slowly. Her muscles tightened, veins bulging faintly under her skin, glowing with condensed mana. Her grip tightened around her sword's hilt until her knuckles turned white.
The air shimmered.
A violent surge of energy exploded from her body as the space around her began to twist and fold. Silver mana particles gathered around the tip of her blade, condensing rapidly, spinning like a tiny spiral storm.
It coiled tighter and tighter, forming a black and silver sphere of unstable energy that pulsed with an ominous hum.
It was her second ability—
the one she had avoided using until now.
