@HerbalistMeilin@SpellColIector — time now.”
Her gaze lingered on Lyriel afterward.
“But if this plan gets you killed anyway, I’m going to be extremely irritated.”
@HerbalistMeilin@SpellColIector — harder to sense altogether.
Emryn’s expression tightened briefly from the sheer weight of it before she finally released a slow exhale and lowered her hand.
“There.” The glow around her fingers faded. “Anyone trying to track you emotionally is going to have a much harder—
@HerbalistMeilin@SpellColIector — silence for a moment.
“Impressive. . .�� she finally murmured, her voice quieter than usual.
Relief slowly settled into her shoulders as she looked back toward Lyriel.
“I’m glad she’ll be fine. She was in pretty bad shape…” Her eyes flicked briefly toward the clock nearby—
@HerbalistMeilin@SpellColIector — her condition worsened again.
“She’s stable for now,” Emryn said quickly, brushing loose strands of hair from her face. “I pulled some of the overload off her emotions, but she’s still hurting.”
Her eyes flicked briefly back toward the direction of the battlefield before—
@SpellColIector@InsidiousLiquid@MageOfSteel@InfernalTyrant — she ripped the emotional energy from the air itself and forced it beneath their feet like propulsion. The ground shattered behind them the second the magic released.
One burst.
And the two of them vanished from the battlefield in a streak of violet light, hurtling past the—