Jaenor threw himself into motion, running and dodging, his enhanced speed the only thing keeping him alive. The lightning struck where he'd been standing a moment before, leaving molten craters in the ground. He wove between the strikes, his instincts and powers pushed to their absolute limits.
But he couldn't get close.
Every time he tried to approach Wendelina, new obstacles appeared.
Pillars of flame.
The ground itself was becoming treacherous, trying to swallow him whole.
"You're fast," Wendelina acknowledged.
"But speed alone won't save you."
She clenched her fist, and the air around Jaenor solidified.
He was caught mid-stride, immobilized, suspended in an invisible force that constricted like a vice. His aura flared desperately, trying to break free, but the pressure only increased.
"Your power is impressive for your age," Wendelina continued, walking toward him calmly.
