[MAIN STREET]
The dust began to settle.
Aria lay unconscious against the rubble of the destroyed building, barely breathing.
Her Air Elemental—disintegrated.
The buffs she had provided—gone.
Kael felt the difference immediately.
His movements, previously enhanced by [Wind's Blessing], now felt... normal.
Heavy.
Slow.
"Damn," he hissed through his teeth.
He looked at Alex—who was standing thirty meters away, shoulder bleeding but smiling.
That smile.
That damn confident smile.
"What's wrong, Kael?" Alex shouted, his voice amplified. "Feeling slower without your support?"
Kael gripped his twin swords so hard his knuckles turned white.
Thirty years. Thirty years as an elite bounty hunter.
Thirty-seven successful captures.
Zero failures.
And this nineteen-year-old kid was making him look like an amateur.
"Thorne," he growled. "Marcus. Lyra. Regroup. Delta formation."
