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The guys surged forward as one, intercepting them.
Isolde cast a veil of shadow as a tendril darted toward her flank. It slammed into her barrier, staggered—then was caught by Chelsea’s lightning.
Above, Tegan and Tora dove into synchronized strikes, breathing fire and spirit energy in radiant arcs. Their flames curved, collided, wrapped around Umbraeth’s limbs.
For a second—just a heartbeat—it looked like it might be working.
Then Umbraeth laughed. Not aloud, but into their minds. A deep, consuming sound of rot and madness. The shadow magic began to fray.
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