The enemy leader stumbled back, shadows gripping every step, energy siphoned with precision.
Crimson eyes followed him relentlessly, every movement calculated, every breath measured.
[SYSTEM ALERT: Enemy Leader Retreat — Probability of Regrouping 82%]
[Suggested Action: Pursue with Caution / Prepare for Counterattack]
The silver-haired woman sheathed her blade slowly, eyes sharp.
— He's retreating… but he won't stay gone long, she warned.
Arlena's gaze was steady, energy pulsing in sync with mine.
[HINT: Ally Coordination — Full Tactical Integration Active]
The battlefield fell into tense silence, broken only by the whispers of shadows. The system alerted me:
[REWARD: Shadow Overlord Enhancement +5%, New Tactical Skill Unlocked: Predator's Prey — track and anticipate enemy strategies in real-time]
I let the shadows settle, but their presence was far from passive. They moved as one, wrapping the terrain, analyzing patterns, and predicting the enemy's next move.
From the distance, a faint ripple of energy signaled the enemy leader's regrouping, a harbinger of his next assault.
Crimson eyes narrowed, calculating. I had forced him to retreat, yes, but the storm was far from over.
The silver-haired woman stepped closer, voice low yet confident.
— You've pushed him to the edge… and he's only begun to realize what you are.
Arlena's energy pulsed in agreement.
[HINT: Multi-Entity Synergy Confirmed — Future Strategic Advantage Secured]
The predator of shadows did not speak. He did not smile. Every shadow whispered silently, preparing for the next inevitable clash.
The battlefield had shifted. The gods had retreated, the new enemy had faltered, and one truth had become undeniable: nothing, not even a god, could face the storm I commanded without fear.