The Ravager reappeared a few feet away. Still standing in place. Still grinning. Ben's heart pounded. 'It's shifting its presence.' His mind worked fast. 'It's not dodging. It's not teleporting. It's making me perceive its position differently.' The moment realization clicked, the Ravager struck again.
WHOOSH!
Ben saw the faintest shimmer. This time, he didn't react to the image in front of him— He reacted to the air behind him.
CRACK!
His elbow slammed backward, colliding with something solid. The small Ravager reeled, clicking in shock. Ben grinned through gritted teeth. "Got you." He whipped around, pickaxe flashing, But the Ravager was already gone.
'Dam, it's escape again, just how did he do this?' His eyes flicked to the Ravager. 'Is it somekind of magic?.'
The illusion wasn't visual. It was perception itself. His body wasn't reacting late— His mind was processing false information.
Ben exhaled sharply, twisting mid-step as a Brute Ravager charged from the side.
BOOM!
