*
Sienna watched the black dots on her screen moving closer and closer.
"Grandma Mirella," she said, forcing her voice to remain steady, "they're coming."
Mirella nodded slightly.
She did not need the warning.
Her eyes were half-closed, her face serene, as though she were listening to rain rather than preparing for battle.
To Sienna, Mirella's composure was deeply reassuring.
When an elder remained calm while a storm raged, it was like seeing a lighthouse standing firm against crashing waves.
Still, Sienna's nerves tightened.
The black dots drew nearer.
And yet when she lifted her gaze, she saw nothing.
No footsteps.
No shadows.
No movement between the trees.
The screen clearly showed the enemy approaching, but her own eyes could not detect even a hint of them.
A chill ran down her spine.
So this is their stealth magic.
If not for the screen, she would be blind.
But instead of fear, a strange confidence began to grow inside her.
She had Mirella.
She had Tiara.
