The Void Reaver moved faster than anything that size should.
One instant at the gate. The next, its armored fist was three centimeters from Rama's face.
He activated [Void Step] on pure reflex, teleporting fifteen meters backward. The Reaver's strike hit empty air—and the shockwave alone shattered windows for two blocks.
"Spread out!" Yanto commanded. "Don't cluster! It wants us grouped!"
The assembled forces scattered immediately. Seven S-Ranks took high positions. Players formed mobile strike teams. Hunters established firing lines with long-range skills.
The Reaver stood in the center, unhurried, assessing them like a butcher examining cattle.
"Interesting," it said, that grinding-stone voice carrying despite the chaos. "More organized than the previous engagement. You learn quickly."
It raised one hand.
Reality twisted.
