We moved fast, not stopping to waste a single moment. I guided my companions, passing the positions of the biggest groups with our mental link. They attacked without pause.
Soon, we reached the fifth level, the deepest and darkest part of the alpha zone. The trees were twisted and the ground rough. A cold wind blew through the branches, carrying the scent of decay and danger.
The tension between my summons was growing thick in the air. After Lyrate's spectacular display on the third level, it was clear she had set the bar high. But Knight and Silver weren't going to let her have all the glory.
Knight's eyes gleamed with quiet confidence as he crouched low, muscles tensing beneath his sleek panther form. Silver hovered nearby, his wings folding and unfolding like a living storm, crimson feathers catching the dim light. It was clear: this was their chance to show what they could do.
