*Just moments after Verkaryon escaped Zendrell's eidra cage
"Tch!" Zendrell clicked his tongue, irritation flashing in his eyes as he dodged at least hundreds of tiny arrows raining down from the sky.
*zap! *zap! *zap! *zap! *zap! *zap! *zap! *zap! *zap! *zap!
Each one whistled through the air before striking the ground around him.
They came from Vendrael's ghost—relentless, precise.
The arrows weren't random.
They chased him.
Zendrell ducked, rolled, spun—his body moving with practiced speed.
And then came the follow-up.
*Bang! *Bang! *Bang! *Bang!
Powerful explosions cracked through the space around him.
Berkolex's ghost stood calmly in the distance, his spectral hand drawing glowing symbols mid-air, one after another.
Each time the ghost finished a symbol, it burst into a blast of eidric force aimed at Zendrell.
Zendrell gritted his teeth as he dashed through the storm, his feet never still, blades in hand.
Their movements... they were familiar.
Too familiar.
