Jaegar felt the chaos magic churning within him—no longer a distant whisper but a roaring tempest demanding release. The marketplace had transformed into a crucible of arcane warfare, with factions clashing in magical combat that threatened to tear the very fabric of reality. Yet amidst the pandemonium, Jaegar's focus narrowed to the writhing shadow creatures advancing toward them—abominations born from Elsbeth's dark magic.
"Grandmother," he said, his voice steadier than he expected, "stand back. These creatures respond to chaos. Let me handle them."
Angelina's eyes widened slightly. She recognized something in his voice—a certainty that echoed his father's confidence, his mother's determination. "Are you certain? Your reserves—"
