...Durgia turned in genuine fear, her breath catching as she saw Enel closing in. His claws stretched forward, aiming to rip her in two.
But just as he was about to reach her—
His foot slipped.
A small stone, barely large enough to be noticeable, sent him stumbling to the side, his attack missing its mark entirely.
For a moment, Enel was stunned.
He had spent countless lifetimes in battle, his instincts honed to an unnatural degree. Never had he slipped like that—never.
That stone…
It should have been crushed beneath his weight, obliterated by his presence alone.
Yet somehow, it had remained intact, perfectly positioned to disrupt him at the worst possible moment.
That wasn't an accident.
Durgia wasted no time. She flickered away, barely escaping, and landed beside Naamah, panting.
She turned to her sister, eyes wide, breathless. "Thank you…"
Enel's gaze shifted immediately to Naamah.
It was her.
He knew it was her.
He didn't understand how, but she had done something.
