Chapter 176: The Eyes in the Snow [2]
"Be careful—!" Nusayel barked, his voice cutting through the storm’s howl.
Zephyr moved before the words fully registered.
His body blurred—[Void Step]—a technique that folded space between strides. One moment he was beside the baron, the next he was behind Harken, his saber a silver arc in the dim light.
The Mistborn that had materialized at Harken’s back recoiled, its vortex-head twisting in hollow surprise. Ice-sharp fingers, meant to pierce flesh, found only air as Zephyr’s blade carved upward—
"Sssss—!"
A guttural hiss tore from its formless maw as the saber sliced through mist and solidifying flesh. Black ichor sprayed, freezing midair into jagged shards before clattering to the ground. The creature staggered, its spiraling eyes flickering wildly.
At the same time, Nusayel pivoted, his black-iron spear intercepting the second Mistborn’s who changed its lunge toward the injured captain. The weapon hummed as aura flared along its edge, deflecting razor-tipped fingers with a shower of sparks.
"Don’t get hit!" the baron snarled. "And be careful of their whispers!"
The fight surged into the anchor chamber. The three men fell into formation—a tight triangle with the wounded captain at its center. The Mistborn circled like starving wolves, their forms flickering between solid and spectral.
But whenever they neared the anchor’s core, the pulsing light forced them into full visibility, their mist-flesh sizzling like snow on a forge.
Nusayel seized the advantage.