The attack came fast.
Dark magic surged into the valley, striking with more force than before. Lena reacted instantly, raising her hands as silver energy met the incoming attack.
The impact shook the ground.
Kael shifted beside her, launching into the fight with powerful precision.
Lena focused, drawing the wind around her.
It responded stronger now.
Sharper.
More controlled.
For the first time, she felt in sync with it.
Witches were forced back as her power surged forward.
Then—
Everything shifted.
A new presence entered the battlefield.
Heavier.
Ancient.
Lena felt it immediately.
Her breath caught.
From the shadows, a figure stepped forward.
The witches fell silent.
Even Kael paused.
Eira's voice dropped low.
"That's her."
Lena's gaze locked onto the woman.
The High Witch.