The Skinwalker wore the hide of a coyote. It crept along the dry riverbed, smelling for blood. Shadow Run.
The sky turned an unusual color—iridescent, like oil on water.
The Rainbow Serpent uncoiled from the waterhole. It didn't see a coyote; it saw the corrupted soul underneath.
The Flood
The Skinwalker tried to mimic the cry of a child to lure the entity. Voice-Thread Mimicry.
The Rainbow Serpent opened its mouth and thundered. It wasn't a voice; it was the sound of a bursting dam.
Raincall.
Water slammed into the desert. The dry riverbed became a raging torrent in seconds.
The Skinwalker tried to run, but the mud gripped its paws. The water wasn't just wet; it was holy. Iridescent Renewal. It burned the stolen skin off the witch's back.
The Skinwalker shrieked, reverting to a naked, twisted human form, thrashing in the current.
The Rainbow Serpent dived, its massive body crushing the witch into the mud, planting him like a seed that would never grow. The land was washed clean.