Jamson's eyes lit up with fury the moment he saw Tristan lying motionless on the ground. A surge of rage coursed through his veins.
He didn't hesitate.
His arm snapped forward, and a bolt of lightning tore from his palm, streaking straight toward Isabella.
*BzZAP!*
The bolt was only a breath away from hitting her when Luke suddenly threw himself between them.
*CRACK!*
The lightning slammed into Luke instead, dispersing against his body. A faint, victorious smile tugged at the corners of Isabella's lips.
But before she could react—
*BooOM!*
A fierce bolt struck the ground directly behind Luke.
The impact blasted dust and fragments of stone into the air, sending Luke stumbling several steps forward.
Everyone froze. For a heartbeat, nobody understood where the attack had come from.
"Who's there?" Isabella muttered, her eyes darting across the battlefield.
She slowly scanned the three enormous rocks surrounding the area.
