The shadow did not step out of the light so much as it bled into the world. It moved with a sickening, stuttering motion, its edges blurring against the reality of the ridge. One moment it was a silhouette of a man; the next, it was a towering, spindly thing of smoke and jagged lines. Its presence brought a cold so intense it felt like a physical weight pressing against Arlen's lungs.
Beside him, Rowan fell to his knees. The blacksmith's apprentice wasn't wounded, but his face had gone a chalky white. He was staring at the shadow with a hollow, glassy look in his eyes.
"It's not real," Rowan whispered, though his teeth were chattering. "It can't be real."
Arlen felt the same freezing dread clawing at his mind, a psychic scream that told him to turn and run until his heart burst. But then, a warmth bloomed in his chest. His mark pulsed, and a notification flickered in the periphery of his vision.
Skill Active: Anchor (Rank F)
Effect: Fear resistance granted to party.
The fog in Arlen's mind cleared. The terror didn't vanish, but it became manageable—a tactical factor rather than a paralyzing force. He reached out and grabbed Rowan by the shoulder, hauling him back from the crumbling edge of the ridge.
"Get up, Rowan!" Arlen barked, his voice sounding steadier than he felt. "Mira, get to Lysa!"
Mira was already moving. Her eyes were fixed on the entity, but they weren't wide with panic. They were narrowed, glowing with a faint, crystalline blue light. She was using Echo Sense, peering through the physical form of the shadow to see the resonance underneath.
"Arlen, it's not just a hunter!" Mira shouted over the rising roar of the sky. "It's a loop! It's feeding on the fracture behind us and the one in the sky. It's anchored to Lysa's heartbeat!"
Lysa hadn't moved. She stood at the center of the storm, her dark hair lashing around her face in the unnatural wind. The shadow moved toward her, its long, flickering fingers reaching out. Where it stepped, the grass blackened and turned to ash.
"Lysa, look at me!" Arlen scrambled toward her, but a jagged spike of Echo energy erupted from the ground between them, forcing him back.
The shadow's voice wasn't a sound. It was a vibration that rattled Arlen's teeth, a chorus of a thousand whispers all saying the same thing: Come home.
Lysa's mark was burning. Not the steady blue of Arlen's, but a violent, jagged violet that seemed to be tearing at her skin. She looked at the shadow, and for a second, the terror on her face vanished, replaced by a devastating, weary recognition.
"Jalen?" she whispered.
"It's not him!" Mira screamed, skidding to a halt beside Lysa. She tried to grab Lysa's hand, but a shockwave of cold energy threw her back. "Lysa, it's using your memory! It's a parasite!"
The shadow was barely five paces away now. Its face began to shift, the smoke resolving into the soft features of the boy they had seen in the memory—the brother who had been swallowed by the rift. But the eyes remained empty voids of freezing blue.
Arlen's mind raced. His Tactical Resonance Analysis flickered, showing him the lines of force connecting the shadow to the fractures. The entity was a bridge. If it touched Lysa, the "Convergence" wouldn't just be an event—it would be a permanent fusion of the two worlds, with Lysa as the doorway.
"We have to break the connection!" Arlen yelled.
Lysa looked at her trembling hands. Her mark was pulsing so hard it looked like it might shatter. A new prompt appeared in the corner of Arlen's vision, mirrored in the air before Lysa.
New Skill Available: Shadow Bind (Rank F)
Cost: +5% Corruption.
Warning: High resonance feedback detected.
"I can stop it," Lysa said, her voice eerily calm. She looked at Arlen, her eyes swimming with tears. "I can hold it back."
"Lysa, no," Arlen said, his stomach dropping as he saw her corruption meter in the system display. It was already at 35%. "The system says the cost is too high. We'll find another way."
"There is no other way!" she cried out.
The shadow lunged, its hand expanding into a claw of bone-white light.
Lysa didn't flinch. She thrust both hands forward. "Get back!"
Violet chains of pure energy erupted from her palms, lashing out like whips. They coiled around the shadow's throat, its arms, and its flickering torso. The entity let out a soundless shriek that made the sky pulse with white fire.
The shadow was jerked to a halt, frozen mid-air, its form straining against the violet light.
Skill Active: Shadow Bind
Target: Echo Predator (Suppressed)
Lysa Corruption: 35% → 40% (Warning: Level 2 Instability)
Lysa collapsed to her knees, her face contorting in pain. Veins of dark purple were starting to climb up her neck, tracing the path of her nervous system. She was holding the monster, but the monster was pouring its poison back into her.
"Arlen!" Mira called out, her Echo Sense flaring. "The bind won't hold! The shadow is drawing power directly from the sky fracture. We have to seal the local rift while it's distracted, or it'll just break her!"
Arlen looked at the local fracture—the one they had just come out of. It was small, pulsing weakly compared to the giant wound in the sky. If they could close this one, the shadow would lose its primary anchor in this location.
"Rowan, Mira, with me!" Arlen commanded. "We need to overload the rift's core. Now!"
They sprinted toward the pulsating tear in reality. Rowan grabbed a heavy stone shard, his new Survivor's Instinct making him move with a grace he hadn't possessed an hour ago. Mira prepared her resonance to guide the strike.
Behind them, Lysa let out a choked scream. The shadow was beginning to pull forward again, its strength outmatching her failing willpower.
"Hurry!" Lysa gasped, her eyes glowing a terrifying, bruised purple. "I can't... I can't hold him!"
Arlen reached the edge of the rift. He looked into the swirling depths of the Echo, then back at Lysa, who was literally burning from the inside out to save them. He tightened his grip on his iron ladle—a pathetic weapon, but the only conduit he had left.
"On my mark!" Arlen shouted. "Strike the center!"
The sky above them groaned, and the shadow's fingers began to slip through the violet chains.
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