He retreated to the corner of the room, pressing his back against cold stone, and considered his options. A direct assault was useless. The creature existed outside conventional physics, its body a membrane between dimensions.
The number three appeared in his consciousness. Synthesis of dimensions. Victor reached into the Stalker's plane of existence and simultaneously reached into his own. He forced the two to synchronize, to align, to become one continuous reality. The effect was immediate and catastrophic.
The Shadow Stalker screamed—truly screamed—as its fundamental nature was rewritten. It became real, became solid, became here in a way it had never been before. And in that moment of transformation, it became vulnerable. Victor's blade sang through its newly-formed substance, and the creature dissolved into motes of dark light that faded into nothing.
