Outside the barrier, Leana narrowed her eyes.
"He's leading them."
"Not with words," Damon muttered.
"No," she said. "With rhythm. With spacing. He's placing them where he wants them to be at the exact time he wants them to be there."
"He's not commanding them. He's… composing them."
In the stands, even students from rival schools had stopped jeering. They were leaning forward, watching in stunned silence as ElderGlow's team flowed like a unit that had trained together for years. Well... Some of them had but that wasn't disclosed to anyone.
Only one of them didn't shout. Didn't signal. Didn't stumble.
Elias moved like he already knew where the next demon would fall.
(05:49)
Three demons down.
Two wounded.
One circling behind.
Elias lifted his hand without looking.
"Cael—backward guard."
"Wh—"
The demon leapt.
Cael turned just in time.
His barrier flared.
Bang!!
The strike landed—deflected.
