The mirror hounds came fast—claws screeching across obsidian ground, jaws wide and dripping liquid silver. Ethan barely had time to brace himself before one lunged. A flash of white teeth—then a burst of violet flame knocked the beast sideways. Noel’s palm still glowed. He didn’t hesitate. Another rune carved itself in the air with the flick of his fingers, pulsing bright before launching into the pack. “Stay behind me!” he yelled, shielding Ethan as two more creatures leapt. One vanished in midair, dissolved by a light barrier. The other clipped Ethan’s arm, and pain seared through him like ice. But Ethan didn’t fall. He clenched his fist, turned, and swung the nearest shard of glass from the cracked ground like a blade. He didn’t know where the strength came from—but something in hi

