Azmireth moved the moment the last word left her mouth.
She didn't disappear as one could mistake she did, instead she moved through the hall's space in a way that defied tracking.
Owen's Mana Sense caught nothing. But His eyes caught her blur.
She was between him and Leah before he processed the initiation.
"Out!" Owen said.
The group read it instantly. Yuki pulled Leah toward the exit. Alfred's tower shield came off his back. Odessa's fingers moved in summoning patterns. The Ironmane warriors scattered to the perimeter.
Marak didn't move. He watched with the expression of a man learning the ground beneath him was not what he'd been told it was.
Azmireth's void-black eyes were on Owen.
"Just the two of us this time," she said. "No Aaron. No Paul. No proxy armies."
Her tail moved, independent, tracing circles in the air.
"I've had days to think about the dungeon field. About what went wrong. About what I should have done differently."
"And?"
