The priest's shadow engulfed Caelen, stretching long across the fractured stone—massive, oppressive, suffocating. Its glowing eyes narrowed, and the weight of that gaze made Eli's stomach knot.
"Alright, sweetheart," Caelen's voice cut through the air—calm, but honed to a razor's edge now, "start calling it out."
'This jerk… he's still calling me that in this situation?'
Eli didn't even have time to grind his teeth over it. His Danger Detection was already flaring like a siren on the verge of tearing itself apart, each pulse stabbing behind his eyes and rippling down his spine.
"Left!" he barked, no hesitation.
Caelen moved instantly—boots scraping stone as he slid out of the path just as the rosary's massive chain blurred past.
The air split with a sharp whistle before it slammed into the ground with an earth-shaking BOOM.
