But just as their confidence sparked, Fenric's silver eyes glowed brighter.
He raised a single hand, and the enemy squad responded like a single organism. The three knights suddenly shifted formation, shields locking together, blades thrusting in perfect rhythm. The skeletal mage in the back raised its staff high, weaving fire and shadow into a spiraling orb, while the heavy warrior's hammer swept in a brutal arc.
Aria's stomach dropped. "They're not just skeletons… they're soldiers."
"Correction," Fenric said coldly, "they are mine."
The hammer smashed down. Her knight barely blocked, the shield cracking as bones splintered apart. One of Laxin's warriors tried to intercept, but the glowing orb of the enemy mage burst across the field—knocking it flat, smoking.
Laxin cursed. "Oh, come on! That was my good one!"
