Night Shade was in a fight with the mist dragon.
Thalia stood mid-field, chakrams spinning in wide circles.
She raised her arms, and opened her mouth.
"Dusk Screech!"
The sonic ripple tore through the dragon's concentration.
Its claws jerked off-target, mist-shields misfired.
It screeched and twisted midair, momentarily blinded.
"Now!" Thalia called.
From the far ridge, Elliane was already cloaked.
Her body blurred in and out as her beast's web threads dissolved her into the environment.
"Cloak-Web Field active."
She aligned her sniper rifle calmly, fingers sharp on the trigger.
"Fog Snare Threads—round one."
CRACK!
The mist split as a high-velocity bullet shot forward—laced with enchanted threads.
The second it struck the dragon's flank, it detonated outward, binding mist to mist.
It forced the creature's body to harden and pause in midair.
Tight threads bound around its legs and body like a cage.
Elliane's voice came through the comms. "Target restricted."
