He gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
"No magic," Mira said, voice tight. "It's suppressing direct casts."
"I noticed," Lucen said.
Senna didn't stop.
She sprinted forward with full momentum, sword dragging behind her, sparking off stone.
The Reaper tilted.
Then blinked forward.
Senna swung.
The blade hit, barely and cut through part of its midsection. But not clean. Not deep.
The Reaper spun and raked its arm across her back.
Blood sprayed. A shallow cut, but wide. She dropped to one knee with a hiss.
Lucen was already moving.
His fingers snapped through a reconfiguration.
[Hold Point – Denied]
[Error: Local Drift Field Unstable]
'Seriously? It's jamming the core layer of the drift?'
He growled and rewired.
Old spell. Dirt simple.
[Unstable Kinetic Point – Activated]
He slammed it forward.
The pulse hit the Reaper dead in the shoulder and knocked it back two steps.
Just two.
But it opened space.
