The Harvester's back was to him. It was focused on Marcus, who was backpedaling with the controlled urgency of someone buying seconds he knew were numbered—
Each step measured, each breath deliberate.
The creature was solid. Had been solid since the roar, the two-second window apparently extended by the intensity of its reaction to Marcus's spear strike, the pain keeping it physical in a way that normal circumstances didn't.
Pain, Zeph observed with the detached clarity of someone running a very fast calculation, was apparently an anchor. Marcus's spear strike had pushed back. The Harvester was still processing what that meant.
It had approximately two more seconds to process it before the processing became irrelevant.
Zeph activated Calamity Strike.
