The trio hammered at Vasek's thermal bubble with increasing desperation. Garrett's blades rang off the barrier — clang, clang, clang — each impact sending shockwaves that rippled through the mist. Aria's light beams refracted harmlessly. Ruby's water attacks evaporated on contact.
The bubble held.
Vasek's face twisted into a bloody grin. Sweat poured down his burnt skin, but his eyes burned with vicious triumph. "Is that all? Your domain can't break through, and your little friends can't—"
Kael didn't speak.
He reached for something that didn't require hands, feet, or movement.
Slaughter Intent.
It stirred in his chest.
He gathered it. He focused it. Compressed the weight of his intent into a single, invisible lance of pure killing intent, and projected it directly at Vasek.
