Warning flashed: High-Level Distortion detected. Gravity Field’s all over the place.
About a hundred yards ahead, a guy stood right on the edge of a water tower. His coat trailed behind him, ragged and alive, like it had its own agenda. He gripped a staff, violet crystal glowing at the top. This wasn’t some street-level thug. This was a Caster.
Target spotted: Malakor. Level 19. Class: Void Walker.
Malakor didn’t even bother with a threat or a speech. He just lifted his staff. A ball of black energy gathered at the tip, sucking the air in—like the world was holding its breath. The roof under Carter’s boots let out a warning groan.
“Another one,” Carter muttered, sliding into a low stance.
The sphere shot toward him—fast, faster than Kaelen’s throwing knives. Blocking it wasn’t an opti
