The crowd's roar was deafening as the Manticore and Dreadclaw Demon were forcibly withdrawn just as they were about to begin crazily biting one another with their little energy remaining, their bodies flickering with exhaustion and mutual hostility.
Isolde's jaw tightened—her first fusion had been undone, and now only the Phoenix-Harpy hybrid remained, circling the battlefield with wariness at the sudden downfall of its partner. Wanting to avoid the same fate befalling itself.
Kain didn't waste time.
"Chewy," he murmured, holding out his arm. The small spore didn't need to be told what to do. Glowing faintly as it siphoned stray energy from the battlefield—scraps of spiritual power, residual heat from the Phoenix's flames, even the faintest echoes of the Domain of Delirium's collapse. It funnelled all of it into the exhausted Bea, who reappeared in the same spot where she'd initially disappeared from.
