I swung Sacha in a wide, gleaming arc, the glassblade singing through the air as it tore straight through the golden and silver spheres streaking toward me. Each one burst like a firework on impact, scattering sparks of moonlight and embers across the Colosseum floor.
The air hissed as the smoke cleared.
I didn't wait. I lunged forward, boots slamming into the cracked ground, the black aura around me rippling like a second skin. Nora barely had time to raise her hand before the space between us warped.
Gravity slammed down on me like a mountain.
The marble beneath my feet groaned, splitting under the sudden pressure. My knees bent, muscles screaming as I struggled to stay upright. For a split second, my body refused to move, then I gritted my teeth and forced my strength outward, shattering the invisible weight pressing down on me.
"Cute trick," I muttered, breath steadying.
But before I could move again, she vanished.
