Chapter 21.2

“Oh, the hells is this?!” Soren grumbled, eyes locking on the phantom as is stalked towards him. “Tch… fine, have it your way!”

Soren jumped in as soon as the phantom lunged with its claw, meeting them with his sword. As he forced the claws back, he jabbed his free hand out, astral bolts flying from his fingers and slamming the phantom away. Yet even as it was sent reeling back with holes marring it, the phantom’s body rapidly reformed, following up with a swing of its scythe, a wave of power bursting from the blade as Soren sidestepped the slash, the wave missing him by inches.

‘Something’s off… this thing isn’t just some phantom…!’