A rush of light enveloped her—swirling like a melody turned visible. The air sang with notes that danced into glowing vines, sprouting beneath Evenneor's feet.
The vines coiled upward, luminous and alive, gripping him tightly. Evenneor struggled, his body blazing hotter. Flames erupted around him, searing the vines—but they refused to die, regenerating faster, growing thicker.
"Elite hunters! Summon Master Caldier—and Zenny's parents—now!" Devein shouted, panic breaking through his composure. "Before it's too late!"
"Yes, Master Devein!" one of the young hunters cried, sprinting toward the chamber's exit to send the call.
Xerxez stumbled backward as the vines spread, wild and unbound. "Teacher! Her magic's out of control! Even we're getting caught—Zenny's vines won't stop!"
They turned, watching in horror as both powers collided—fire and wind, wrath and melody—each devouring the chamber's calm in waves of light and destruction.
