Something in us clicked.
Not louder.
Not dramatic.
Just… sharper.
Like a blade finally finding its edge.
No one said it out loud, but we all felt it. The same pressure. The same memory crawling up from somewhere ugly and burned into bone.
Twin dragons.
That fight.
That kind of desperation.
We weren't there again...
But our bodies remembered.
"Full focus," I said, voice lower now. No jokes. No whining. Just intent.
Kael didn't grin this time.
Zeref didn't smirk.
Keiji didn't sigh.
Luna didn't giggle.
We moved.
Kael and Zeke disappeared first.
Not flashy.
Not reckless.
Gone.
Their presence flickered across the battlefield like afterimages, daggers striking in chained intervals. One cut forcing a reaction, the next punishing it. They didn't aim for kills, they aimed for disruption. Timing. Pressure. Breaking rhythm.
"Three shifting left," Zeke's voice came through, steady now.
"Cutting their retreat," Kael replied.
Fire followed.
