The moment they started moving before him, the pressure doubled, and Adam felt it immediately as every path ahead narrowed. He pushed harder, trying to create distance, but the chalk men stuck to him relentlessly, closing every gap he made.
Each strike only made things worse.
A force-infused swing cut one cleanly in half, but before the pieces even hit the ground, they split again. Two became four, and the street filled faster than he could clear it.
Adam's eyes narrowed as he shifted tactics mid-run, releasing a sharp burst of wind that tore through a cluster ahead. Bodies were shredded and thrown back, but within seconds, more white figures replaced them as if nothing had changed.
"…This is getting ridiculous."
He didn't stop moving, but the pattern was clear now.
Cryogen froze them, but they cracked and reformed.
Bone constructs pierced them, but the pieces simply divided again.
No matter what he used, the result stayed the same.
Kill one and two replace it.
