Back in Sylvathar's sanctuary, the flickering dome of green spatial energy pulsed violently, warping the very air as if reality were being pulled through an invisible drain. A high-pitched hum—unnatural, shrill—rang across the battlefield, distorting vision and sound. Liam and Mabel stood at its edge, tension humming in their bodies.
"She's destabilizing the space. We can't let her finish," Mabel said, her voice steady but sharp as her blade shimmering with a pressurized coating of water as she prepared to warp.
"Plan?" Liam asked.
"Just follow my lead."
In a blink, they both lunged forward—one from the ground, the other from the air.
