Syvran had changed.
No longer a sharp-eyed tactician.
He was now towered with swollen muscles, tangled neural tendrils growing from his back like living wires.
His eyes no longer blinked in thought—they twitched in madness.
Velra took two slow steps back, her eyes narrowing.
"You really broke yourself," she muttered.
Syvran's body jerked once, then vanished.
In an instant, he reappeared behind her with [Glitch Trace Rampage].
Not once, but three times in rapid, glitching flashes.
Velra spun and twisted midair, deflecting the first two slashes with a whip-crack of her leg.
The third clipped her shoulder.
Her foot landed hard, sliding back across the floor.
"Tch... unstable teleportation," she muttered. "He's not even aiming."
Syvran didn't speak. He lunged again.
His claws slammed the ground as he activated [Neural Corrosion Field].
Purple sparks lit the area around him as energy pulsed outward.
