[Third POV - General]
The theater shook as the Grave Choir Thrall adjusted its shape.
The fused bodies leaned forward in unison, mouths widening, the layered tones blending into a heavier resonance. The sound pressed against Astrae's skull, trying to pull her down the same way it had dragged Theo.
She clenched her jaw and stepped forward.
Kyrene moved at the same time.
He activated Arcstep, his body blurring in a short burst of speed that folded space just enough to reposition him directly in front of the stage. The movement was clean and controlled, not flashy.
The Thrall reacted immediately.
Several torsos twisted at once, arms stretching outward unnaturally. Fingers elongated into hooked claws reinforced by black sinew. They slashed downward.
Kyrene met the first strike head-on.
