Jan, Mark, Hund, Kaela, and Thorne all felt a spike of panic stab through their chests—but they buried it deep.
Panic would only sharpen the enemy's blade. Experience whispered to each of them the same truth that they need to keep moving, keep breathing, and don't let fear take the reins.
Their eyes met in silent agreement. No orders needed to be said. They all understood that this was their fight now.
Jan pulled out his bow, its limbs already glowing with a steady hum of Magic. An arrow of shimmering silver formed in his fingers, glinting like it had been forged from starlight.
Mark, Thorne, and Hund gripped their swords tightly, the steel ringing faintly with the energy pulsing in the room. The runes in their blades already pulsing with blue light.
Kaela spun her twin daggers wirh her nimble fingers. Her eyes narrowed and ready to attack.
