Without warning, he moved—his hands shooting forward in a blur of speed, a surge of magical force forming between his palms. His power was raw now, wild, untamed.
He was going to end it, Evan saw it coming, But he didn't move back.
He moved forward.
And in the very moment Jake's arms extended, Evan's body vanished from its spot and reappeared in a blink.
Right in front of him, Grabbing both of Jake's wrists.
The entire battlefield fell into stillness.
Jake's eyes widened—not in fear, but in disbelief. No one had ever closed the distance on him like that. No one had ever stopped his spell mid-cast. No one.
But Evan… Evan was smiling.
That familiar, tired, confident smile.
"I told you… didn't I?" he whispered.
Before Jake could react, Evan's body ignited with a sudden, blinding burst of radiant energy—his own signature aura, but heavier, sharper, more refined than ever before.
He wasn't holding back anymore.
Not now, not after what Jake had done.
