Marek's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, gaze locked on Naria.
"You're awfully confident," he sneered, voice low and taunting. "Thinking about someone else's safety in the middle of all this? Bold."
Before anyone could respond, Marek lunged, his dagger flashing under the fading light. Fast. Unnaturally fast.
"Get ready!" Lucia shouted, stepping forward and raising her hand.
A surge of cold burst from her palm as she cast [Frost], the ground beneath Marek icing over in an instant, slowing his approach.
Behind her, Elien stayed focused, drawing his bow with one hand, the other channeling a steady healing aura, ready to support. Naria moved up beside Lucia, her fists clenched tightly.
She activated [Soul Energy]. Her muscles tensed, veins glowing faintly with power as she prepared to block the incoming blow head-on.
But then, A flare of blue fire erupted from the side.
It came out of nowhere, melting Lucia's frost instantly with a violent hiss.
