Something wasn't adding up.
Kain kept his stance steady, one foot pivoted slightly behind the other as he circled Kyria's position. Across the field, her five contracts moved with sharp, measured precision. The Mirrorhorn Elk was the most dangerous, its spiraled antlers flickering faintly as they repelled mental probes from Bea and reflected spiritual attacks from the Vespids, Aegis, and occasionally even Vauleth.
The Shellvine Sprite clung to the Elk's flank, casting protective metal spore-like molecules across the team. Meanwhile, the obsidian beetle and that unsettling tortoise-tiger-rabbit hybrid prowled the edges, boxing him in.
And yet, something felt wrong.
