BOOM!
The air rippled as every Seraphim's wings flared open at once, white feathers bursting out in a blinding wave of mana.
And this time, they were much faster than before, and were also moving together.
The ball shot forward like lightning, passed between them so fast it left trails of gold behind.
Eric didn't even touch it; his teammates did everything, guided by the faint light threads that connected their bodies to him.
"Left flank!" Tyrian yelled.
"I see it!" Kael growled, sliding in. His boot clashed with one of the Seraphim's, sparks flying as the ball ricocheted between them.
The crowd gasped.
"They're moving like one mind!"
"The Blessing's linking them!"
"How do you even stop that?!"
I dashed back into position, scanning the field with Odin's Eye.
Every movement was pure rhythm as each Seraphim passed the ball without hesitation, like they could sense exactly where everyone else was.
One cut through the center.
Another sprinted up the right side.
