Before Rama, Axel, or Shoji could fully process what was happening, Larsen and Milen had already moved. It wasn't just speed—it was precision beyond instinct, the kind that came from years of surviving impossible battles together.
They didn't even speak or glance at each other before they move. And yet, Milen followed him as if she'd heard his thoughts before he even formed them.
"We need to have that level of coordination, guys," Rama muttered to his sides. His eyes still trailing their blur of motion.
"To be honest? I agree," Shoji replied, adjusting his stance. "We even have the Blood Fang link to keep us synced… and we're still nowhere near that level."
Axel just exhaled heavily. "Yeah… I don't even know what to say."
But there was no time to dwell. Rama's earlier warning had reached the Crimson Vale caster team. Three members had already taken positions.
Kira, the gunner who was the girl who had followed them before using invisibility spell, raised both of her pistols.
