The red pulse slammed into the chamber like a hammer. Hunter’s body went rigid, muscles coiled tight as the magic tried to crush them both. Celeste coughed weakly behind him, but he refused to let go. His claws scraped the stone floor as he roared, pushing back.
Beside him, Liz and Logan battled ferociously. Liz wielded her blade in swift arcs, deflecting a witch’s fireball that hissed past, while Logan’s own weapon glowed blue, smashing through corrupted armor like it was paper. The other warriors scattered, forming a protective ring around Hunter and Celeste.
But Hunter’s focus was razor-sharp on Kellan, who stood calmly just beyond the chaos, dark eyes cold and calculating. The bastard’s smile was cruel, but there was something else, a flicker of fear buried deep.
Celeste shivered in
