[Mirellia Dane]
The illusion confirmed it as the overlay script shimmered briefly at the corner of the feed.
Aurelian snapped his fingers. "That's her. She's a vine-element specialist—didn't just bind monsters, she harvested spells. Wrapped one caster up in his own attack and knocked him out cold. It was genius."
"She's not brute-forcing it," Selphine said, almost approvingly. "She's commanding a field."
The group following Kaela moved like trained scouts under her direction—spells cast where she pointed, positions shifted at a gesture. She ducked under a blade, sent a vine spiking up through the cracked earth, and impaled the construct clean through its fractured core.
It howled, then collapsed.
The others didn't cheer.
They just moved forward.
"She's leading them through the convergence," Aurelian noted. "Straight into contested ground. Smart."
