Chapter 35: An Encounter with a Nightwalker
The three Nightwalkers surged forward, their movement so swift that even my trained eyes could barely follow. Smoke trailed behind them like a living shroud, twisting and writhing in the stale underground air.
“Left!” Thaddeus shouted, his body already shifting mid-leap — wings erupting from his back as he transformed into his angelic form. His blade met the first Nightwalker’s claws with a resounding clang, sparks scattering into the darkness.
The second came for Gaia and me. I raised a barrier of accelerated time — the air before us shimmering like glass as I forced the flow of the world around it to crawl. But the Nightwalker slipped through, its form disintegrating into mist before reforming on the other side, claws outstretched.
“Scutum
