The silence after Lys's flustered "Shut up" was short-lived.
Another necromancer lunged from the mist, chanting a curse under his breath. Cordelia's fingers flared with Wind, slicing through his robes and sending him crashing into a wall. She didn't even look back.
"Emotionally supportive spirits, huh?" Cordelia muttered with a smirk, eyes scanning the haze. "Seems like they take things personally."
"They do," Lys mumbled, clearly still embarrassed. "They're… loyal."
From behind, the flame spirit pulsed again with a burst of heat, almost like a warning. Lys groaned.
"Okay, okay, I get it!" she snapped at the hovering orbs. "We'll go find Noah right after this, alright?"
Cordelia glanced at her sideways. "You really think he's in trouble?"
Lys's voice dropped a tone. "No. I think she's trouble."
