"You think you can humiliate me?" the silver-haired guy screamed, his face twisted into something ugly and furious as magic crackled around him in violent arcs. "You think some pathetic prince and his pet commoner can just walk away with what's mine? I'll destroy you both, I'll burn this entire clearing to ash, I'll—"
"Dude, you need therapy," Finn muttered, raising another wall of stone between us and the incoming attack.
The silver-haired guy's hands blazed with even more power, and I could see he was about to unleash something truly unhinged when a sound cut through the clearing that made every single person freeze.
It started as a distant high-pitched shriek, and then it multiplied into a chorus of screeching that sounded like someone was torturing a thousand wind chimes while simultaneously scraping metal against glass.
"What is that?" Mira whispered, her voice shaking as she grabbed my arm.
