Level Eleven: The Center - Platform: 18 Meters
BOOM.
Entity-One's first strike came before Yoo could finish his breath—six arms moving in perfect discord—WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH-WHOOSH—each one targeting different entity simultaneously.
CLANG.
Han's blade met the first arm—SCREECH—metal grinding against crystallized identity that felt like wrong given solid form. The impact sent vibrations up her arms—rattle-shake—hard enough that blood vessels burst beneath her skin, purple bruises blooming instantly across her forearms.
CRASH.
Kairos intercepted the second arm—CRUNCH—jaws clamping down on limb that tasted like endings. His draconic constitution screamed protest—acid-burn-wrong—as the chimeric flesh tried to corrode him from inside out.
SHING.
