Immediately, time slowed for Erik. His omnisense unfurled, stretching out across the battlefield, revealing every detail in painstaking clarity.
Each droplet of sweat on Emily's brow, every crackling spark of dark green energy forming in the possessed man's hand, and the slow, sinister swirl of another dark green puddle manifesting behind his dark sorceress of a wife—all of it etched into his awareness.
Emily's eyes widened in alarm, her own omnisense screaming warnings. Her lips pulled back in a snarl as she began to turn, darkness surging to her call. Dark tendrils writhed around her, but they were surprisingly threaded with crimson veins of corruption—a dangerous sign.
But Erik could see it; she wouldn't turn in time.
In front of him, Lilith had just disappeared through her own portal, leaving behind only some last sneered taunts that Erik no longer paid any attention to. The portal immediately closed behind her.
