Jade: The Hybrid Mage
Orin, for all his brooding, was surprisingly graceful—his energy burst magic knocked the constructs away before they got close.
And me?
I didn’t know what I was doing, not exactly.
My body moved on its own. My steps were sharper than they should’ve been. My reflexes too fast. Every time I reacted, it wasn’t with some mage technique. It was instinct.
Werewolf instinct.
I jumped higher than I meant to, flipped midair, twisted into a backhand slash of flame. I didn’t mean to make it look flashy. It just happened.
“Wooo!” Nyomei’s voice echoed from a few platforms away. “Okay, Jade! That flip was unnecessary, but it looked good!”