"Professor…?" Felix's voice was barely a whisper, his body tensed, eyes locked on Kellan.
"Quiet," I muttered, my mind already racing.
This was bad.
Kellan's wind magic was no joke. I could feel the pressure in the air, the mana twisting unnaturally as he prepared to tear through us.
"Stay back," I ordered again, my voice sharper this time.
"But—"
"Shut it."
I didn't have time for arguments.
Options.
I couldn't take him head-on. Not like this.
My mana reserves were low after the scavenger hunt, and Dream Mist wouldn't work again.
Kellan wouldn't fall for the same trick twice.
But…
There was another way.
My hand drifted to my utility pouch, fingers brushing over the smooth surface of a small rune stone.
Smoke Rune.
"Professor…" Mira's voice was low, her dagger steady but her eyes uncertain.
"On my signal," I murmured, barely moving my lips.
"Signal for what?" Garrick's tone was tense, his grip on his sword tightening.
"You'll know," I muttered.
