Kaelith's chest rose and fell, heat burning in his face until even the cool morning air felt useless.
Then… crack.
A spark burst from his fingertips, racing up his arm like it had been waiting for permission.
The air shimmered with static. With one sharp pull of mana, a blade flew from the rack and landed perfectly in his hand.
He moved before Caelum could even straighten. Lightning curled around his wrists, crackling down the steel.
The first strike hissed past Caelum's cheek, close enough to singe a strand of silver hair.
Kaelith's body felt like it had switched to autopilot.
Every motion fed the fire inside him, every slash made him feel alive.
A smile appeared on his face, but faded quickly as memories of his mother flooded in.
He remembered her pretty face and warm hugs, and wondered if she had finally woken up from her coma.
