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Just imagining the look on their faces when they got backstab made him grin from ear to ear.
After walking for roughly 20 minutes, the strain on Veron began to show.
"Damn it… that's as far as I can take it," Veron admitted.
Xara stepped forward . "My turn, then."
Black energy poured out from her hands, weaving into a dome that bent and absorbed the raging wind.
"See? Not everything has to be brute force."
And as if on cue, the winds intensified. The air thickened, compressing in strange pulses.
It no longer struck like blades—it pierced, slipping past her field in narrow bursts that stabbed directly at the dome.
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
Her confident smile faltered, replaced by a scowl as she poured more power.
Thaloren narrowed his eyes.
"Xara, swap with Solmir. The nature of your power is a bad match in this place."
