The shadowy figure screeched as Amara swung her chains like a whip, wrapping them tightly around its fading body. "Hold it still, Elara!" Amara barked, the strain in her voice making her sound only slightly less annoyed than usual.
"I am holding it still!" Elara snapped, her hands glowing faintly with borrowed energy from the System's meddling. "Why don't you do something useful instead of playing dominatrix with your chain collection?"
[Hilarious banter, everyone. Really. Can we focus on the universe-ending creature in the room?]
"Don't act like you're doing the heavy lifting!" Amara hissed back, yanking the chain tighter. The creature writhed, its form crackling like static on an old TV screen.
Elara glanced at the fake-Amara-turned-shadow-blob with a grimace. "This thing is so ugly it might actually haunt my nightmares. Do we have to kill it here? What if we just... exile it to wherever awful knockoffs go?"
