Lysandra steadied her footing despite the tremor running through her legs, knowing she did not have enough mana left for another full technique. She forced her grip tighter around her blade.
The strike never fell.
The creature paused out of recognition.
Its head tilted slightly, attention shifting away from Lysandra and toward the massive breach in the chamber wall—the opening carved when it had first entered. Fractured stone framed the gap, dust still drifting through unstable currents of mana.
It turned fully toward it.
And looked down.
For a brief moment, the chamber was silent except for Lysandra's uneven breathing and the distant roar of battle echoing upward from below.
Then the creature felt it.
