"...Is that it?"
Gusion smirked.
He had expected Taufik to block the attack. That wasn't the point. The attack was never meant to land.
It was the distance between them that mattered.
"...You're done for, O Defiant one," he said, voice dripping with malice.
A pulse of bloodlust surged from his massive form, shaking the cracked, scorched battlefield. The air rippled. His grin widened, splitting unnaturally across his face, revealing rows of jagged, uneven teeth like broken blades.
Then...
"Predator's Domain: Red Trail!"
*FWOOOSH!*
Gusion vanished.
The battlefield shattered like brittle glass...
No shadows.
No skeleton army.
No Kl'lara.
No Lembuswana or Basukhi looming above.
Just silence.
Not peaceful silence, twisted silence.
Heavy. Suffocating. Like a tomb sealed for eternity.
The sky remained the same: burning orange, hellish, and warped. But the air had changed like they had dropped into another layer of reality.
A trap.
