Mikaela was putting the finishing touches on Leonard's healing, concentrating the energy of Holy Healing to close the most stubborn internal injuries, when she felt a subtle vibration, a tremor in the surrounding mana. Dark mana. Evelyn. She lifted her head abruptly, a bad feeling tightening her chest. "Evelyn... What's happening?" she whispered.
"Kaleb!" Mikaela shouted, her voice sharp and urgent. "Kaleb, where's Evelyn? Is she with you?"
Kaleb, who was organizing the spoils from the Ursulos Rex alongside Xavier, looked at Mikaela, confused. "No, I'm here with Xavier. Evelyn left with Raviel a few minutes ago," he replied.
Mikaela's tone—the urgency, the veiled fear—made Kaleb frown. Instinctively, he extended his magical perception, an ingrained habit of a mage. The mana around him tingled, responding to his call. A disturbance, a dissonance... "A fight..." he whispered, his eyes widening.
"Mikaela! Evelyn's in trouble!" Kaleb shouted, already moving.
