The monofilament wire didn't just glow; it screamed.
Vane pumped the Silver Mana into the thread, vibrating it at a frequency so high it passed out of the audible spectrum and became a sensation in the teeth. It was a razor of pure sound.
Ashe Razar was mid-air, propelling herself off a pocket of compressed air, aiming to take Vane's head off with a drop kick.
She saw the silver flash of the wire a split second before her neck hit it.
A normal warrior would have been decapitated. A careless one would have tried to break it.
Ashe did neither. She defied inertia.
She slammed her hands together, creating a concussive blast of red mana. It wasn't a spell; it was a raw rejection of the space around her. The shockwave hit the wire, bending the air itself. She used the recoil to blast herself backward, twisting her body in a violent, unnatural contortion.
The wire hummed harmlessly inches from her nose.
