Azrynn let out a slow, steadying breath, her hand still pressed against her chest where the warmth of the mana potion was spreading. Her voice carried a note of quiet admission.
"I'm still not used to using that much mana at once. I end up wasting a lot of it."
Alice's ears twitched, her dark violet eyes studying Azrynn with something that might have been approval. Her voice carried a note of genuine acknowledgment.
"But you can control the earth like that—with such precision. That's impressive."
Adam's internal voice was quiet, surprised.
'Alice... actually complimenting someone? That's rare.'
Before he could voice the thought, a sharp sound cut through the forest—shouts, distant but growing louder. The three of them tensed immediately, their hands moving instinctively to their weapons.
Adam's voice was low, sharp. "Something's happening."
