"What are you doing?" Selena demanded, her voice trembling between disbelief and frustration.
The formation's oppressive energy pressed down on them like a mountain, distorting the air itself.
Yet Riley stood unmoving before her—calm, steady, and utterly unconcerned—as if the danger meant nothing to him.
He had positioned himself directly in front of her, his tall frame shielding her from the strange crimson mist coiling out from the formation's runic edges.
His spiritual aura, faintly golden, flared around them like a protective barrier.
"Just relax, Selena. I've got you," Riley said softly, his tone unhurried, almost teasing.
His eyes narrowed slightly, glowing faintly as he gazed through the layers of mist.
Though she couldn't see it, he was locking onto several distant figures hidden behind the veil—those controlling the formation from afar.
He could have destroyed it all with a single blow.
