The Abyssal Champion moved like a shadow imbued with lightning—swift, unpredictable, and terrifyingly precise. Its blade of chaotic energy hummed with destructive power, leaving afterimages of darkness in its wake as it swung toward the group.
Daniel barely had time to react. His system flared warnings across his vision, but his instincts overrode the distraction. He dove to the side, feeling the air sizzle as the blade narrowly missed him, carving a jagged scar into the cavern floor.
"Spread out!" Velyra commanded, stepping forward to meet the Champion's onslaught. Her crimson blade ignited as it clashed against the dark energy of her opponent's weapon, sparks of light and shadow cascading from their collision.
The force of the impact drove Velyra back several paces, her boots skidding across the rocky ground. She steadied herself, her jaw set in determination. "This one's no mindless brute," she muttered, her eyes locked on the Champion.
