Claws of iron bearing into the ground as the revenant ran toward the living like a gorilla, chains rattling and vermillion cloak fluttering in the wind, he threw himself forward, his attack only parting empty air as the tsarina was already gone, many, fist-sized drops of water manifesting all around the both of them.
Barely visible, thread-like lines expanding from them in the blink of an eye each, struck by a few of them, Herlbe could feel holes being punctured into his body, it seemed like she had decided to be more offensive, now further condensing the already pressurised water of the deep into all-cutting rays.