Ivy’s POV
Raul stepped in front of me like a shield.
Pathetic.
“She came to kill you, my Nyxara," he snarled, voice booming off the stone walls. "But I won't let that happen. I won't lose you. Again. You must be mine.”
His hand lifted, two fingers snapping sharply.
A low rumble answered.
From the smoke outside, figures entered — this one robed in red and silver, face obscured by a bone-white mask.
Another of his personal sorcerers? Or some kind of demented cult leader?
"Seize her," Raul commanded.
The new sorcerer, together with the one from earlier, raised their staff. Runes carved in old, forgotten tongues shimmered to life, burning through the air in spirals of light and sound.
Chains of searing blue magic shot toward Dina.
But she only laughed — a cruel, knowing laugh that m
