The white dimension pressed against them from all sides, an endless, suffocating void that leeched warmth, strength, and hope in equal measure. Adam's chest heaved, his shoulder still burning where the light had pierced him, the wound refusing to close.
Lilith's threads hung limp around her fingers, dissolving into nothing each time she tried to extend them. "The shadows are still gone. I cannot fight here."
Isolde's blood rose in weak, sputtering tendrils, the color draining from them before they could reach the guide. "Nothing is working. It's like she's absorbing our power before we can even use it."
Adam's crimson eyes stayed fixed on the guide's towering form. His voice was tight, controlled. "Then we stop using skills. We use our hands."
Lilith shook her head, a rare flicker of frustration crossing her usually serene features. "Adam, we can't even touch her. The white... it's like she exists outside our reach."
