Essa's POV
A Champion?
They must have sensed the mana disturbance, drawn here just like me.
A grin spread across my face. Without another moment's hesitation, I leapt toward it.
I moved from one rooftop to another, my boots splashing against the rain-slick tiles as I kept my focus on the Champion's signature, which was on the far side of Valra's house—opposite my own position.
As I closed in, the man, Valra's father, suddenly picked up on my approaching presence.
And then, without warning, a lance of flame erupted in my direction. I clicked my tongue, realising Valra's father must have mistaken me for an enemy.
I didn't attack back. Instead, I darted sideways, dodging the flames with a sharp twist, crouching low and gathering my strength in my legs.
BOOM!
