Fritz crumpled to his knees.
The moment Kharvos tore free, Taylor was already moving—grabbing Fritz by the collar with her chains and hauling them backward as blood darkened the front of his armor.
"Jay—NOW!"
Jay skidded to his knees beside him, hands glowing as healing light poured into the wound, frantic and focused. Fritz gasped, choking once before the pain dulled enough for his breathing to steady.
Ryn didn't look back.
Because Kharvos was already coming.
Dheam's Hero surged forward with a roar, power flaring wildly around him. His movements were faster, stronger now, but the precision in each was gone. Each swing of his blade carved deep furrows into the metal floor, sending water spraying in violent arcs.
Amelia met him head-on.
Flames clashed against steel as she deflected the blow, heat rolling through the chamber in a concussive wave. Ryn slipped in immediately after, Snow flashing up to intercept the follow-through.
The impact nearly tore the sword from his hands.
