'It... bends?'
Eterna's sharp silver eyes flickered in disbelief as she stared at the cloaked figure. The way her concentrated beam of light had curved unnaturally, bending around its form like it was being repelled by an unseen force, made the grip on her rapier tighter.
What the hell is this thing?
Dispersing magic like it was nothing, moving in ways that were completely unnatural—this wasn't human. It wasn't even close.
Mikhail growled in frustration, raising his gun once more.
"This is bullshit! It just erases everything we throw at it!"
The masked figure turned its head toward him in that same eerie, mechanical shift, almost as if registering his voice. Mikhail didn't wait for it to make another move. With gritted teeth, he fired, unleashing another relentless barrage of magic projectiles. The bolts of energy tore through the air, streaking toward the figure—
And just like before, they ceased to exist the moment they got too close.
