The mist thickened, pressing in around him like a cocoon, obscuring the jagged rocks and scorched earth. He felt the weight of her presence, a predator lurking just out of sight, stalking him with a patience that set his teeth on edge.
But he would not be played with.
Arthur's body coiled, muscles tensing as he readied his Destruction Pulse. The silence around him was absolute, broken only by the faint echo of Elyra's voice in his mind, a final taunt that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.
"This time, Drake," she whispered, "it is you who are the prey."