The destruction of the three Eternals changed the rhythm of the battlefield entirely. The figures who had hovered in confident formation moments ago now reacted in visible shock, their composure fracturing as they tried to think of a way to get out of the predicament. I did not allow them the time to reorganize.
Chronostep unfolded again.
The air around me thickened as time bent to my will. Movements slowed for everyone except me. I stepped through that altered flow and moved toward the remaining figures who had taken to the sky.
The insectoid was the first I reached. Its limbs were already shifting to unleash another sound distortion, but within the slowed field its motion appeared stupid. I drove my fist forward into its chest slowly admiring the feeling of my fist being driven into the body.
The impact ruptured its chitinous frame from within, and its body tore apart in a violent burst of fragmented shell and darkened fluid before the sound of its own attack had even formed.
