Third Person's POV
The hatchet which was now unchecked continued its downward swing and slammed into the stone floor.
A deafening explosion of rubble followed as a massive chunk of the staircase was cleaved away.
A deafening sound traveled up into their ears as the large chunk of black rock fell down into the dark abyss
Ethan had no time to breathe. He sprang to his feet as his dark saber hummed with a newfound aura.
Black mist swirled around its jagged edge and deepened its already abyssal hue.
The shadow barely had time to react before Ethan slashed downward with a forceful strike aimed at the back of its neck.
At the same time, Virelle made her move. Instead of targeting the intangible figure, she focused on the hatchet embedded in the ground.
Her red threads strengthened with her blood essence, shot forward like coiling serpents, and wrapped around the weapon with a strong constricting force.