The head knight bit her lip as she considered Kyle's words. She knew that he was right, but admitting it felt too much for her.
Just as she tried to open her mouth, Kyle saw something gleaming in the corner of his eyes and his body acted on its own before his mind could catch up.
Kyle barely had a moment to think before his body reacted on instinct.
The attacker's sword gleamed in the dim light, aimed directly at his heart.
But Kyle had already moved.
With a sharp twist, he yanked the Head Knight's wrist, pulling her out of the way, while his other hand snapped upward—
CLANG!
His knife met the oncoming blade, redirecting it just enough to miss its mark.
A cold gust of wind brushed past Kyle's cheek, sharp as a blade.
And then—
A thick fog swallowed them whole.
It rolled in unnaturally, swirling around them with an eerie presence.
Kyle's senses immediately sharpened.
This wasn't normal fog.
It was infused with mana.
