The first rogue lunges.
Time slows.
I see everything—the ripple of its muscles, the flash of its teeth, the way its claws slice through the air toward me. My instincts scream at me to move, but I don’t step back.
I step forward.
My body reacts before my mind can catch up. My hands snap up, and the moment my fingers touch its fur, a shockwave of energy explodes outward. The rogue yelps, its body flung back as if struck by an unseen force.
What—?
No time to think. Another rogue charges. This time, I pivot, ducking under its swipe, my movements unnaturally fast. My foot hooks behind its leg, and before it can recover, I twist—flipping it over my shoulder and slamming it into the ground. The impact sends a tremor through the ruins.
More come.
I don’t hesitate.
I move
