On the other side, Feylora moved up beside Seraphina.
Green energy spread from under her feet, forming a soft, soothing barrier. The shield enveloped the teammates who'd temporarily fallen back into it, and tiny green motes kept drifting down over everyone's bodies, replenishing what they'd burned earlier.
Feylora turned her head toward Ethan.
"Master, aren't you coming?"
Ethan took one step—then stopped.
Something was off with Cindara.
Seraphina had been biting her, and Ataneya's twenty-four fox tails had her locked down. By all logic, she should've been thrashing nonstop. But instead, her aura wasn't weakening at all.
It was condensing inward.
Like she was winding up for a second berserk phase.
The Sanctified Judgment Array was already fully formed.
The infernal energy in Ataneya's palm had finished charging too. The dark-red sphere shot through the gaps between her fox tails, streaking straight for Cindara.
