Lucian
Alexis fought at my back as we pushed through the horde, her training evident in every precise strike. My blades were extensions of my hands, moving before thought. For every hybrid we dropped, two more stepped into the space he left.
Then we felt it—a brief hesitation in the horde where movements weren’t quite syncing up. Our unit was able to push hard, bringing down more than a dozen of the enemy. One of the hybrids near me froze mid-strike, as if something inside him was resisting. Then his face went back to the eerie blankness, and he jumped back into the battle.
Elaine was behind us, her coven spread out with her, as she called orders. I could see a dark cloud above us, and she chanted, light spearing from her fingertips to meet it. The air danced.
Alexis spun against me,
