Standing shoulder to shoulder, Raze and Safa faced the swarm of Gizin's empowered clones. The air vibrated with light and divine Qi, the battlefield coated in swirling debris and residual magic that crackled like a storm waiting to explode. Even with the overwhelming odds, something had shifted the instant Safa arrived. Raze felt it, not a dramatic surge of power, but a stabilizing force beside him, a sense that the impossible fight in front of him finally had structure.
He kept his posture forward, blades angled, already preparing his next move.
"I'll protect you," Raze said, voice steady. "I'll make sure nothing gets in your way."
