"…Take care," Freya said, her voice softer than usual.
Linda stepped forward, raising her staff quickly. A glimmer of mana flared under her fingers. "Haste: Gale Feet."
A light-blue circle spun beneath Sol's boots, wrapping his legs in transparent wind that shimmered with energy. His limbs felt lighter instantly, time seeming to slow around him.
Without waiting another moment, the rest of the team darted toward the outer boundary, weaving through broken crates and smoke, trying to vanish before Adele's fury turned on them again.
Sol, now alone, exhaled long and slow, then bolted forward like a cannon shot.
Meanwhile, the fight between Kael and Adele had turned savage.
