The creature tilted its head, as if it understood exactly what they were planning, and for the first time all night it moved fast, the threads whipping outward in a tangled, frantic storm meant to overwhelm all three of them at once.
Joon blasted a wall of lightning to clear a path through the nearest cluster of threads. Seul ducked low, manipulating the rubble like it was an extension of her own arms rather than something separate she had to command. Jin surged forward through the middle of it, every step a small war against a body that had nothing left to give and kept giving anyway.
They moved together in a way that felt almost mechanical now, every failure and every reset from earlier tonight drilled into something close to muscle memory. Jin broke strings apart with brutal, economical swings of the staff. Seul crushed incoming obstacles with perfectly timed pulses of gravity. Joon blasted traps apart before they could fully form around any of them.
