The journey through the twisted, labyrinthine city was a blur of instinct and motion. Edward was no longer navigating with sight alone. He was following the vibrations of the battle, a beacon of desperate, familiar energy in the alien stillness of Y'ha-nthlei.
He moved with a speed and agility that was both terrifying and unnatural. He used his new abyssal limbs as grappling hooks, firing them out to latch onto high ledges and crumbling archways, swinging across bottomless chasms with the grace of a shadowy, multi-limbed ape.
He scuttled up sheer, vertical walls, his bladed tendrils finding purchase in the smallest cracks, his human limbs keeping him balanced. He was a terrifying, arachnid predator, perfectly adapted to the hostile, three-dimensional terrain of the sunken city.
