Just as one of the corpse puppets reached out to grab her, Leila's eyes suddenly went blank, like a light switch flipping off.
In that instant, a whisper tickled her ears.
Not a voice... and not a sound.
Just a feeling.
A silent command from fate itself:
Move. Now.
Without thinking, her body shifted to the side on pure instinct.
A clawed hand missed her face by mere inches.
The corpse crashed to the ground beside her, and Leila's eyes snapped back into focus.
Her heart pounded, but she didn't hesitate.
She raised her staff and channeled a surge of mana into it.
Boom!
A deafening explosion rocked the catacombs as she blasted the ground beneath the incoming corpses, forcing several of them to stumble or collapse.
Cael didn't wait either.
As soon as the opening appeared, he grabbed Leila's wrist and activated his teleportation ability.
Flames flared beneath their feet as the magic kicked in.
But just as they should have blinked out of the space—
They didn't move...
