The shadowy tendrils collided with the glowing barriers — and hissed.
The protection spells flickered but held strong.
Zayn caught the change instantly.
He smirked, shifting his stance as he lunged forward, sword flashing in golden soul energy.
"No more running."
He sprinted up a shattered market stall, using it as a ramp, and leapt toward the Priest, blade pulled back in a powerful arc.
Midair, two shadow tendrils whipped at him.
Crack — !
He twisted, pushing off the tendrils with the flat of his blade.
His body spun like a wheel in the air, momentum sending him over the Priest's head.
Zayn slashed downward during the fall, aiming for the masked bastard's shoulder.
CLANG!
A barrier of darkness flared up, blocking his strike.
Zayn clicked his tongue as he flipped backward, landing gracefully on a toppled statue.
Bran took the opening.
With a roar, he charged, his axe bursting with blue soul energy.
The ground cracked under each step, rocks and debris flying.
