My heart jumped.
The man charging at us wasn't slow. He wasn't clumsy. He was the kind of fighter who aimed for the weak point—not the frontliner, but the cracks behind.
He was going for Trent.
And I was standing right between them.
My pulse spiked. Instinct screamed run—but I couldn't. I wouldn't.
Not with Trent lying there. Not with Leo barely holding the line.
So I moved.
No plan. No hesitation. Just movement.
I raised my hand. Enhancement magic sparked to life, but this time, it wasn't for Leo. It was for me.
"[Body Reinforcement – Limit Shift!]"
My limbs burned. Veins lit up with magic. A surge of heat filled my chest, my spine, my skull. The world seemed to slow.
The attacker's eyes widened. He hadn't expected that.
Good.
I met him head-on. No weapon. Just momentum.
We clashed.
His blade came down in a blur—
I ducked, slid under the swing, shoulder-checked his ribs, and pushed upward.
