In the forest's absolute silence, Adam scowled at his trembling palm. The lingering warmth of his elemental spear was all that remained of it. That and the orange wisps drawn into the moss that coated the root like bioluminescent armor before they could drift into nothingness.
He balled his hand, squeezing, arm muscles bulging with mana. The tremor from the impact instantly dissipated as he smirked. If mana didn't work outside, nothing could stop him from using it inside. 'Elena's shapeshifting it is.'
Still, his smirk crooked at the edges. Desmond's face had already taken an unsightly shade of purple, and he could be choked to death at any moment—and Adam didn't count on Haldris to save him. His dislike for Desmond's screams and thunderous spells didn't matter. They had started this hunt together. They would succeed together.
