Emily sprinted through the hive. Her form flickered like a mirage.
The path twisted and pulsed around her, as the organic walls bristled with unnatural life.
The deeper she went, the more hostile it became. Misshapen monsters lunged at her from cracks and alcoves, claws swiping through air where she had just been.
Her boots barely touched the ground.
Phantom Steps, her SSS-rank movement skill, made her seem like she was teleporting. Each step took her dozens of meters forward in a blink. She blurred past traps, slid under acidic webs, and zigzagged through beast-infested corridors.
But even that wasn't enough to make her untouchable.
A corrosive spike clipped her sleeve. Another one burst against the wall behind her.
The hive was smart and it had saw the flaw in her phasing ability already. High mana density attacks could hit her, and that was what the hive was using now.
