Sitting atop Inky, hovering high above the battlefield, I watch with bated breath—fingers clenched into my coat, eyes wide, heart pounding like a drumline.
Damn…
No matter how many times I see it, I'll never get tired of watching Eris fight.
It's not just amazing.
It's hypnotic.
She's like a storm made of shadow.
Swift, unstoppable, and utterly merciless.
One heartbeat, she's still.
The next—
FWOOOM!
The air rips as she vanishes, a shockwave trailing in her wake.
Then, suddenly, she's there.
Right in front of the next spider.
SHINGGG!!!
A vertical slash tears down like judgment.
Her halberd cuts through the spider's thick, plated body like it's paper. The blade cleaves clean through carapace, meat, and bone.
The monster splits open, two halves folding apart with a wet, meaty crunch.
THUD.
They hit the snow.
Black blood erupts from the corpse, spraying across the white landscape in grotesque contrast.
But Eris is already moving.
