Light exploded outward.
From the center of the radiance, the Elven Princess emerged in full battle attire—her elegant form wrapped in flowing robes lined with mana-thread, long silver hair dancing behind her, and her hands already summoning her famed elemental bow.
Rambo growled beside them, his claws digging into the ground, wings flaring open with anticipation. Blood magic coiled around his horns in readiness.
Ethan stood between them, shoulders squared, elemental energy rising to meet the threat. Fire pulsed in his veins. Ice whispered through his bones. The battlefield would be theirs or it would bury them beneath a hundred enemies.
"Let's clean this floor," Ethan said.
And then the enemy began to move.
The moment Ethan gave the command, the entire battlefield ignited into chaos.
