章 110: Heave, Ho! Here Comes The Flying Dutchman!

I glanced at the tall octopus tendrils rising, then at the Revenant's towering form. This thing could probably warp reality, and it was targeting me specifically. 

I needed to think fast—keep it distracted, keep moving. The tendrils weren't just weapons; they were extensions of the Revenant itself, an extension of its reach into this twisted duel he declared.

But then, just as I dodged another tendril, something strange happened—the space between me and the Revenant stretched, distorting impossibly as if the distance between us was increasing with each step I took. The more I advanced, the further away it seemed to get, as if the battlefield itself was betraying me.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "You're a real piece of work, aren't you?" I muttered under my breath, catching the sight of those cursed tendrils snaking through the brackish water, still hot on my trail. "For a menacing guy, you're a shitty coward."