Chapter 244
"...Take care," Freya said, her voice softer than usual.
Linda stepped forward, raising her staff quickly. A glimmer of mana flared under her fingers. "Haste: Gale Feet."
A light-blue circle spun beneath Sol’s boots, wrapping his legs in transparent wind that shimmered with energy. His limbs felt lighter instantly, time seeming to slow around him.
Without waiting another moment, the rest of the team darted toward the outer boundary, weaving through broken crates and smoke, trying to vanish before Adele’s fury turned on them again.
Sol, now alone, exhaled long and slow, then bolted forward like a cannon shot.
Meanwhile, the fight between Kael and Adele had turned savage.
Adele had gone feral—her elegance shattered into raw violence. Her blade howled with each swing, churning the air into slicing wind arcs that cracked the ground and split containers in half. Kael weaved through the assaults with uncanny precision, diving, sliding, and pivoting with his boots skimming the ground. His breath was sharp, his eyes locked not on her blade but her feet, her hips, the flick of her fingers tracking her next move even before it came.
A savage cross-slash nearly took his head, but Kael ducked, letting the blade’s pressure singe across his shoulder as he tumbled back and then slid not away, but toward her.
His movements were unnatural, low, and serpent-like, leaving Adele briefly thrown off. Her brows furrowed as she adjusted her stance—only to suddenly feel a shiver crawl down her neck.
A new presence.
She turned just in time to see Sol breaking through the smoke, racing straight at her like a meteor. With a cry of warning, Kael’s eyes flicked toward Adele he had seen it too—and Sol saw the briefest flash of alarm in them.