''Shadow step.''
Jerouch's form seemed to blur and dissolve, transforming into a swirling mass of dark mist that billowed and twisted with an ethereal energy.
Like a specter, he vanished from his current location, leaving behind only an empty space where he once stood.
The dark mist coalesced and solidified in a matter of moments, materializing once again in a new place with an eerie fluidity.
It was as if he effortlessly traversed the boundaries of space, slipping through the fabric of reality itself to emerge in a different location.
''Frigid gaze.'' His eyes turned crystal white for a moment before returning to their crimson glow.
From every corner of the battlefield, cries of anguish and terror echoed through the air. The wounded and the fallen warlocks scattered across the blood-soaked ground, their pleas for mercy drowned out by the cacophony of destruction.
