Everything was black. Lyra had warned me this would happen, but the suddenness of Isobel's Blindness spell still somehow managed to throw me for a loop. Unwilling to venture out into the illusive dark, I stood sentinel in the ground, burying my feet into the dirt as I unsheathed my sword, guarding against whatever Isobel planned to follow up with.
It wasn't long before I got my answer in the form of Lyra's distant grunts and the many that followed. Clones. Lyra was fighting against a litany of Isobel clones, and it wasn't long before they made their way to–
"Die!" Isobel shouted from ahead of me. Despite the direction of the words, the distinct pitter-patter of footsteps in dirt came from behind me.
I pivoted on my heel, and swung low. My blade sliced through empty air at first before finally connecting with the copy. A shrill cry mixed with the clang of metal before suddenly, abruptly, phasing through the metal as if it wasn't there. Awkward, but efficient. I'd readjust..
