Last Move

The moon had eight phases, and that's how many moves Zayne's skill lasted. Each time one of his parameters changed slightly, resulting in a maximum difference on the eighth attack.

The spiders ran swiftly at Zayne, and the hundreds of paws sent shivers through the ground as if a volcano was about to explode nearby or an earthquake was about to erupt. They were not frightened by Zayne's energy, their only goal was to get rid of the intruder.

Zayne stepped slowly, holding his sword lightly, it seemed that the hilt could slip out of his hands at any moment.

"Agh... How strange, at first I felt incredibly heavy, like I had a whole mountain on my shoulders, but... now, it's like I could be on the other side of the world if I wanted to, in just a moment." Zayne muttered, staring at the dark blade of his sword.

"Raaark!"

The massive spider jumped at Zayne, clutching its jaw right in front of him, but, as soon as its legs moved, Zayne's silhouette blurred.