The training room beneath Fortune's Antiques had never seen anything like this.
Leo stood in the center of the polished concrete floor, Veil energy radiating from his body in visible waves. The Heartstone fragment blazed in his palm. The training wisps - all twelve of them - circled him like sharks, firing bolts of energy from every angle.
He didn't dodge. He didn't need to.
Veil Chains erupted from his palms - constructs of blue-white energy that lashed out like living whips, intercepting the incoming bolts mid-flight and dispersing them. Two chains. Four. Six. Leo wove them through the air with the precision of a conductor leading an orchestra, each chain moving independently, each one responding to a different threat.
The wisps fired faster. Leo's chains moved faster. After thirty s
