Wolfen's fist connected with something that should have shattered.
Ab 2 Eva's finger.
She stood there, her arm extended, one finger pressed against his knuckles like she was stopping a child's punch. The frost blue flames around him raged, the ground beneath them cracking under the pressure, the air freezing—and she didn't move.
He pushed harder. She didn't flinch.
"Interesting," she said. Then she stepped aside. "Eva. Fight him."
Eva blinked. "Me?"
"Yes, you."
"Why me?"
Ab 2 Eva's voice sharpened. "Now."
Eva charged. Her fist came up, purple flames igniting around it, and Wolfen turned just in time to block. The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, cracking the earth beneath their feet.
They clashed.
Eva was fast—faster than she'd ever been—but Wolfen was faster. His frost blue form moved like ice given will, each strike precise, controlled, devastating. He pushed her back, step by step, his flames canceling out hers.
She was losing.
Eva felt it—the gap between them, the distance she couldn't close. Wolfen's new transformation was overwhelming, its power crushing, its speed unreadable.
She needed more.
Something inside her answered.
Her hair shifted—brightening, deepening, becoming a halo of intense purple. Her eyes followed, burning with the same light. Energy surged around her, raw and untamed, pushing against Wolfen's frost flames.
Wolfen staggered. The pressure of her transformation hit him like a physical force.
Ab 2 Eva's eyes widened.
Eva's transformation made Wolfen's look weak. The purple halo around her pulsed with power that dwarfed everything around it. The frost blue flames that had been so dominant moments ago now flickered, struggling to hold their ground.
Eva was on the same level as Sasha now.
She moved. Wolfen barely blocked. His arms screamed. The frost blue flames around him flickered as she pressed forward. For every strike he threw, she answered with two. For every ground he gained, she took back three.
He was losing.
And Eva was just getting started.