No one stood in front of me anymore, but I could sense more of them rushing toward my location in tight groups—dozens at a time, scattered across the realm.
While I waited, I kept part of my perception fixed on Steve and North. They had already gone deeper into the base, cutting their way toward the prison levels. I wasn't too worried though because Lyrate was with them. That woman was a walking death in motion, and as long as she was near, even Steve and North could move freely.
My focus shifted to Knight, who was in the portal room. His movements were a blur, his presence like a living shadow.
Three Masters were trying to corner him but from the way he moved, it looked more like he had surrounded them. He flickered across the room using his shadow steps, striking fast and vanishing even faster. I watched as his bone claws sliced through one of the men's shoulder before melting back into darkness.
