Clang!!
The battle continued, fueled by magic and fury from both sides.
Blade locked against blade. Gritted teeth. Trembling muscles. Eyes that refused to look away.
Then came the signal.
A sharp flick of the silver-haired Thornevale leader's gaze—just a glance toward her ally, the quiet black-haired boy standing near the edge of the battlefield, hands raised and glowing with pulsing red light.
He didn't hesitate.
While she held the front line, keeping Crowgarth's attention locked along with their other teammates, he closed his eyes. Mana flooded his limbs. His breathing slowed. Then, with one smooth motion, he drew the full weight of his essence into three fingertips.
A single word passed his lips.
"Seek."
Three flaming arrows sprang to life, hovering mid-air like waiting wolves. Each one spun once—then shot off in different directions, guided not by aim, but intent.
Homing spells.
They shimmered with an unnatural heat, moving like predators. Fast, aware, relentless.
