Chapter 89: Fractured Clashes (3)

The air split apart.

Jess moved in a blur of flickering, seething flames, her form fluid and formless, slipping through the cracks of the collapsing camp. Each step she took left embers burning in the air, their glow flickering against the mirrored loose camp ground that fractured beneath her weight. The ground itself seemed alive, a living, breathing entity that groaned and splintered under the pressure of her passage. Her movements were a dance of desperation, her body a living seething flame, twisting and turning as if the very air around her was trying to consume her...

Swoosh!

She twisted sharply, her body bending at an impossible angle as a black hole tore open where her feet had just been. The edges of the void pulsed with a silent hunger, devouring even the reflections that once existed beneath them. The ground shattered further, the mirrored shards rising into the air like jagged teeth, only to be swallowed by the growing darkness.