What...?
Calista's thoughts couldn't keep up with what had just happened to her body. Moments ago, she had been standing firm, controlling the rhythm of the fight, ready to counter. And now... the world spun. The taste of blood burned her throat, her temples throbbed, and her neck refused to move. Every attempt to rise ended in a sharp hiss of pain.
But it wasn't pain that stopped her.
What tore through her came in a heartbeat — a familiar gesture, a familiar shadow, one that couldn't belong to anyone else. Her own technique, twisted, brutally replayed through his body. The air had thickened, time seemed to freeze. Every fiber of her being screamed that this was impossible — and yet her senses didn't lie.
That move…
It was hers. Distorted, but unmistakable. Executed by Kaelis.
"Oo..." Elder Fenthar murmured, leaning forward over the railing. His face tensed, as if he'd just seen something fascinating.
Elder Yllara watched in silence, eyes narrowed.
