Adam froze.
Dickson was petrified.
Stone had claimed him completely, skin, clothes, expression, all locked in a frozen moment of terror. Adam had been inside the cyclone, focused entirely on his martial spirit. He hadn't noticed when it happened.
In the next instant, Adam vanished.
The air rippled, and he reappeared beside Abigail and her group, right where Dickson was being guarded. The sudden shift made several of them tense, but no one spoke. They only stared at him, awe slipping through their discipline.
Philip's eyes flicked between Adam and the battlefield behind him.
One man ended a tide on his own… and he's still an apprentice.
The thought felt unreal. If anyone who wasn't here heard him say it out loud, they'd lock him in an asylum for insanity.
Adam stood in front of Dickson, studying the stone surface with a sharp, clinical gaze.
