Then he kicked it in the chest, caving it's chest in in the process and sending it flying backward.
"Is it just me," Kara whispered, "or did Zayn... become even stronger?"
Tobias didn't respond immediately.
He was crouched beside Elisse, one hand hovering over her chest as a steady flow of soul energy passed through his palm.
Her breathing had evened out, color slowly returning to her face, but the bags under her eyes and the sheen of sweat said enough — she was still running on empty.
He couldn't stop the worry from curling in his gut.
Their healer was down. If she dropped again, they'd be in real trouble.
Still, Kara's words pulled his attention. He looked up.
Zayn was facing the monster again, standing still, sword lowered, as if waiting.
And Tobias adjusted his glasses with a sharp, controlled motion.
No, it wasn't just Kara.
Something about Zayn had changed.
It wasn't just the soul energy flaring around him — though that alone was worrying enough.
