Indeed, across the marketplace, Veronica and Ewen were still engaged with the Blackhound Legion, though they had managed to incapacitate several riders. The Council witches had formed a defensive triangle, their combined magic holding Norimar at bay—though just barely.
And Elsbeth, despite her obvious fatigue, was gathering shadows for another assault.
Jaegar took a deep breath, feeling the chaos magic settling into a more sustainable rhythm within him. The lightning continued to dance across his skin, responding to his elevated heartbeat. The crimson flames had receded slightly, now forming a close aura rather than extending outward.
He was ready for the next phase of the battle, whatever it might bring.
"What's our strategy?" he asked Angelina, ever respectful of her centuries of magical experience.
