"You've learned some interesting tricks for one so young," Elsbeth observed, circling like a predator. "Your father will be pleased."
"Stop mentioning him," Jaegar growled, genuine anger colouring his voice. "I am not his weapon to wield."
"Oh, but you are," she replied. "A blade forged in chaos, waiting to be unsheathed."
Elsbeth and Shaewyra exchanged a glance, some unspoken communication passing between them. Then they both attacked simultaneously—Elsbeth unleashing a torrent of shadow magic while Shaewyra's tattoos formed into spectral beasts that leapt toward Jaegar from all directions.
Jaegar knew he couldn't block both attacks. Instead, he tapped into a deeper well of power—the chaotic energy that had always lurked within him, carefully controlled and channelled through years of rigorous training.
