Vell's darkness pulled back sharply as Yenna crashed into him, and they both tumbled across the dusty warehouse floor. Through the swirling corruption that still clouded his vision, he caught a glimpse of their attacker, a figure wrapped in pristine white robes with their face hidden behind an ornate, emotionless mask.
"Now this is disappointing," the masked figure said, their voice carrying a strange, artificial echo. "All that power, and you are still just playing with insects." They gestured at the woman in the white coat, who now lay unconscious in a heap on the ground.
Vell helped Yenna to her feet, noting the angry red mark that was already forming on her face. 'Few people can land a clean hit on her,' he thought, his senses on high alert. 'This one is different.'
[Warning, warning, warning.]
"Let me guess," Vell said, the corruption within him still burning for a proper release. "You are the one who is actually pulling the strings?"
