Rain drenched the cliffs, soaking through Kyle's clothes as he kept his back angled away from the sheer drop behind him.
His boots slipped slightly on the slick stone, but he caught himself just in time, eyes locked on the two white-haired, white-skinned, lifeless-eyed females that stalked toward him in eerie synchronization.
Every movement they made was measured, mechanical—and lethal.
Kyle exhaled slowly, calculating.
They had led him in a wide arc, always pushing, always attacking, and now, the cliff loomed just meters away.
One misstep and it would be the end of him.
He dodged a blade that came at him from the right, his shoulder narrowly avoiding the slice.
The sharp whistle of it cut through the storm, and Kyle countered with a low sweep, forcing distance between them.
But they didn't pause. The second one came for him immediately.
Kyle's eyes flicked between them. Identical. Unnatural. Broken beings animated by something far beyond mortal comprehension.
