'The spears don't work. The blades don't work. I can't hit a moving target.'
So, she decided not to target him.
She targeted the entire room.
Seraphina slammed both of her small hands palms-down onto the obsidian floor.
She didn't release the dark mana as projectiles but released it as a heavy, atmospheric flood.
A tidal wave of absolute, pitch-black shadow erupted from her hands, rolling across the floor of the grand hall in a massive, expanding circle. It moved with the speed of an explosion.
The darkness didn't rise into the air; it clung to the floor, spreading across the stone, rolling over the piles of gold, coating the entire floor of the cavernous room in a thick, knee-deep layer of liquid shadow.
The Trickster, halfway through weaving his escape portal, felt the shadows touch his boots.
Instantly, the gravity in the room shifted.
The shadows weren't just dark; they were incredibly heavy. It was as if the floor had suddenly become a giant, supercharged magnet.
