In the marketplace, Veronica and Ewen remained engaged with the Blackhound Legion, having successfully incapacitated multiple riders. The Council witches established a defensive triangle, their joint magic barely keeping Norimar at bay.
And Elsbeth, despite her obvious fatigue, was gathering shadows for another assault.
Jaegar inhaled deeply, sensing the chaos magic within him calming into a more sustainable rhythm. Lightning continued to flicker across his skin, reacting to his heightened heartbeat. The crimson flames had pulled back somewhat, now creating a tight aura instead of sprawling 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.
