Frostfell (4)

"Monster!" The last dwarf's voice cracked in terror, his war hammer slipping from his grasp as it clashed with the unyielding force of Liang's primal sword. The dwarf turned sharply on his heels, his short legs pumping furiously in a desperate attempt to escape the inevitable.

Liang's chuckle melded with the shadows as he observed the chaotic scramble. Casually, he unfurled the tendrils of his space-void domain, an ethereal and deadly dance of energy that weaved through the air with elegant malice. It pursued the dwarf, hungry for the conclusion of this unequal chase.

With an effortless gesture, a mere flick of his wrist, Liang commanded the very essence of space to bend to his will. An invisible maelstrom unfurled, warping and curling around the fleeing dwarf, weaving an invisible yet unyielding snare of void. The space around the dwarf shrank and stretched, leaving him ensconced within an unbreakable cocoon of vacuity, a prisoner to the relentless void.