Chapter 409: Flames Meet Darkness (3)
As the consuming darkness devoured every inch of the chamber, Serah stood firm, blade raised defensively, her stance poised like a coiled flame ready to strike. Jyn had been directly in front of her before the shadows poured in, but now—now the world had gone pitch black. Even with myst amplifying her vision, she could barely see more than faint silhouettes dancing at the edge of her sight.
"Banen! Hana!" Serah shouted, her voice cutting through the void like a warning flare, hoping to regroup by sound.
But there was no response. Not a whisper or even a breath.
"Dammit," she cursed under her breath, tightening her grip on the hilt of her sword.
’This has to be the work of a dark mage... Jyn’s one, sure—but the look in his eyes before the lights went out, that wasn’t planned. He was caught off guard too...’
Her crimson eyes narrowed. ’That means there’s a second.’
The thought made her jaw clench. A second dark mage meant double the threat, double the chaos—and she didn’t even know where her team was.
Without hesitation, she poured myst into her blade. Her sword ignited with roaring flames, the blade glowing in brilliant orange and red. The fire’s heat radiated outwards, licking the air, and casting flickering shapes into the void.
Yet the flames did little to pierce the overwhelming darkness. It was like trying to burn through smoke with sunlight—it only illuminated her immediate surroundings, and even then, barely.
"This is unreal," she muttered bitterly, pivoting slowly. "Two damn dark mages, here of all places."
She stepped forward, slow and deliberate, her eyes slicing through the dark as her ears strained to catch anything. Every step echoed unnaturally, as though the space itself warped around her.
Then, without warning, she felt it.