Mitsuki's scream ripped through the eldritch shrieks a second time, and something primal in my chest detonated alongside it.
[Move. Move. Move!]
I cut the shotgun's MP supply completely, slung the weapon over my left shoulder, and sprinted headfirst into the rolling sub-zero fog with every ounce of strength Ice Reinforcement could muster.
The thick crystalline armor crawling over my forearms and legs caught the dim moonlight as I ran, glowing faintly blue against the oppressive dark of the basin.
The invisible horde closed in from every direction, and I could feel their physical mass through my Domain, those bloated, tentacled bodies slamming against the dirt, launching themselves at me in a chaotic, frothing wave.
But I didn't stop. I didn't slow down. I couldn't… I planted my boot and dumped mana directly into Dominium Radicis like I was trying to drain myself actually dry.
And the very next second, the earth answered violently.
