Mana whirled around her hand, solidifying into the shape of a blade. The air crackled as the weapon took form, an extension of her will—pure energy molded into a razor-sharp edge.
She had seen it. Her spells barely scratched the Alpha. Worse, she suspected it could absorb them entirely. That's why she hadn't wasted time casting anything stronger—there was no point.
So she chose something else. Close combat. Her goal wasn't victory. It was time. Time for Ben to recover.
She stepped forward. Once. Twice. On the third step—she froze. Her body locked in place, not from fear, not from hesitation—but realization. Her eyes widened, flickering with shock for a moment… then narrowed.
A slow, sharp grin curled across her lips. "Oh… I see."
The mana sword vanished, dispersing back into mana. In its place, a new magic circle appear one the air. Her plan changed.
