Erend's Magic surged in response to his own words. Heat rolled beneath his skin as fire gathered along his veins and lightning snapping faintly around his arms as he prepared to release it.
Aesa stepped half a pace forward. Her frost already spreading outward from her boots as cold crystallized in the air around her hands, sharp and focused.
Eccar planted his foot firmly into the blackened ground. His Magic power sank deep as the corrupted earth answered him, the soil trembling under his weight.
Before any of them moved further, however, Khepra-Ankh raised a single hand.
"I will take care of this first," he said calmly.
The words were neither boastful nor commanding. They were simply stated, as if this outcome was already decided.
Erend paused, lightning humming softly around him. He glanced sideways at Eccar, then to Aesa. Eccar raised a brow slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting with restrained curiosity. Aesa met Erend's gaze for a brief moment, then gave a small nod.
