On the other side of the battlefield, Croft's pale grey eyes tracked the clash between Adam and Caelum, his weathered face betraying nothing.
"I made the right choice bringing the first prince here. The monster has been pushed back. Without the prince, we would have been slaughtered."
Beside him, Lilith's threads lashed out, catching a soldier mid-charge. The man crumpled, his throat opened by nearly invisible silk. She spun, her crimson eyes fixed on Croft.
"Don't dream too much, old man." Her voice was cold, precise. "Adam won't lose that easily."
Croft's lips curved into a thin smile. "We'll see."
Kurt moved.
His hands shot forward, light gathering between his palms—bright, searing, too bright to look at directly. Lilith's eyes widened, her threads snapping up to form a barrier.
[Flashbang Volley].
