Seraphina's expression froze. Her eyes flicked toward the edge of the arena where a group of terrified civilians huddled beneath a fractured archway.
Her voice came out quiet, but resolute, "Then we can't let them get close."
Ash gave a slow nod, his ears twitching to the chaotic rhythm of detonations echoing farther down the field. But before could speak, another cultist burst forward in a sprint, runes already beginning to glow beneath his skin—but Ash wasn't looking at his limbs or core.
Seraphina didn't hesitate.
"Radiant Lock!" she shouted, thrusting her palm forward. A silver coil of light shot out, wrapping around the charging man's torso and locking him in midair. The silver bindings shimmered with divine rigidity, the cultist's body tensing under its weight.
At the same time, one of Ash's clones burst out, wisps of shadow energy trailing behind him as he executed Shadow Sprint and crashed directly into the cultist.
