Medoran snarls, throwing up a wall of molten light.
Lysaria speaks calmly: "Break it."
Gander answers without delay: "Done."
He slams his palm forward—curse-chains burst from the vortex, wrapping around the solar wall. The moment it hesitates, Lysaria's plague-laced spear tears through it like wet cloth.
Medoran barely avoids a lethal blow—barely.
Gresvin is not as lucky. A chain lashes out from behind him, laced with predictive binding. It wraps his ankle, dragging him mid-dodge into Lysaria's wake. Her palm brushes his chest—only a touch.
But curses bloom like flowers.
Tier 5 Skill: Decaymark Pulse
They detonate a heartbeat later.
Gresvin is blasted back, cloak torn, aura flickering.
He vanishes again—but slower.