Dark Soldiers
Mello and Willz had fallen into a rhythm, creation and execution in perfect sync.
And Amy...
Amy was a revelation. She fought with a style that was neither purely vampire nor Windwalker's disciple. She used speed, then suddenly blinding light, then shadow-stepping, adapting moment to moment. The Overlord, for all his ancient power, couldn't pin her down.
But they weren't winning.
They were holding. Barely.
Shadowalker finally moved, joining the fray. Dark energy lashed out, not at Elementos or the Overlord, but at the space between them. He wasn't trying to damage them—he was trying to separate them, to break whatever synergy they'd developed.
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