Caius and Yander moved in perfect coordination. Their elements formed around them, light and dark, merging, creating an amazing visual.
Yander, who was in front of Caius, fire gathering around her, said something he couldn't hear.
Beside her, Caius nodded.
"They might actually..."
"They won't," she cut him off mid-sentence.
Atheline didn't respond this time, but continued watching.
The two advanced carefully, step by step, slower than the previous crew.
One step.... five steps... eight steps.... fifteen steps.
They managed to get closer than anyone else. Their ship was almost empty except for the captain.
'It seems they also noticed'
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"They're keeping their output low," he noted, " minimising interference..."
For a moment, it looked like they had found the formula, then the storm shifted.
There was this pause in the wind for a moment then it snapped, harder.
