After Tristan barked the name, a hand suddenly grabbed my collar and yanked me backwards.
Tristan and the lady clashed. The pure force alone was devastating — if he hadn't grabbed me back, I would've been knocked out clean. Despite being pulled several meters away, I still felt the brunt of it, the shockwave rattling through my bones.
"Can you run?" The young man's voice cut through the chaos as we jumped down from the platform.
He seemed to be in his mid-twenties. Lean build, sharp features, heterochromia — one red eye, one green — partially hidden beneath messy black hair that fell carelessly across his face.
I glanced back. My attention was on Lira.
He noticed immediately and snapped me back to reality with a sharp, almost casual tone — as if he'd known me for years, not seconds.
"Don't worry, trust Tris. This is nothing for him." He paused, eyes narrowing. "Dispel your summon!"
