Chapter 53: Sparks and Suspicions
The silence after Lys’s flustered "Shut up" was short-lived.
Another necromancer lunged from the mist, chanting a curse under his breath. Cordelia’s fingers flared with Wind, slicing through his robes and sending him crashing into a wall. She didn’t even look back.
"Emotionally supportive spirits, huh?" Cordelia muttered with a smirk, eyes scanning the haze. "Seems like they take things personally."
"They do," Lys mumbled, clearly still embarrassed. "They’re... loyal."
From behind, the flame spirit pulsed again with a burst of heat, almost like a warning. Lys groaned.
"Okay, okay, I get it!" she snapped at the hovering orbs. "We’ll go find Noah right after this, alright?"
Cordelia glanced at her sideways. "You really think he’s in trouble?"
Lys’s voice dropped a tone. "No. I think she’s trouble."
Cordelia rolled her eyes, conjuring a swirling barrier of wind to block an incoming volley of bone darts. "Focus. Ten of them left. We take them down, together. Then we go save your precious Noah."
Lys bit her lip but nodded. "Right. Together."
From the shadows, the necromancers regrouped—robes swaying, hands raised with foul energy. A glowing sigil formed in the air above them, threads of black mana converging.