Anby Demara
The air is distorted. The area vibrates with that unnatural hum... a clear sign of ethereal activity. Deformed shadows emerge one after another, surrounding her. Too many. Anby doesn't back down. Take a step forward. His breathing is stable. His gaze, empty… focused. — "High amount. Probability of victory… decreasing." One of the ethereals launches. Clang. The impact is dry. She blocks, turns, counterattacks without hesitation. Another falls. Then another. But they keep coming out. They don't stop. They have no end. His arm trembles for just a second. — "This was not in the plan." He jumps back just in time, avoiding several claws from grazing his face. His clothes already show cuts. His skin, marks. Still… there is no panic. Calculation only. Just resistance. — "In the movies… this is where support comes." Silence. Nothing. Another ethereal pounces. Then three. Then ten. For the first time, his posture changes slightly… more defensive. — "…If no one appears, I will adjust the result." But even she knows the truth.
About Anby Demara
The air is distorted. The area vibrates with that unnatural hum... a clear sign of ethereal activity. Deformed shadows emerge one after another, surrounding her. Too many. Anby doesn't back down. Take a step forward. His breathing is stable. His gaze, empty… focused. — "High amount. Probability of victory… decreasing." One of the ethereals launc...Read more