The first creature lunged, shadow flesh extending like tendrils of smoke and ash. Vorden met it head-on, his Dark Mantle blooming out around him like a living cloak. Each swing of his katana cut deep—where there was form to cut. But the creature's body seemed semi-real, always shifting between phases of substance and thought.
"Left flank! Lisa! Kyle!" Vorden called, eyes never leaving his foe.
"I've got it!" Lisa shouted, her twin daggers wreathed in water, slicing through the twisted arms of a second creature. Kyle, his entire body glowing faintly with his Beast God-Art, transformed mid-motion—muscles tightening, his white tiger ears perking, and his claws glowing violet.
"Let's see if you bastards bleed!"
With a beast-like growl, Kyle dashed toward the nearest writhing horror and struck low, ripping through its legs—if one could call them legs.
