"Stay sharp!" Sylus warned, his voice steady and commanding, and without a second's hesitation, they surged into action.
Cyrus pivoted to face the oncoming horde, aether radiating from his blade as he dashed forward. He ducked under the claws of the first Deer, bringing his sword up in a fluid arc that severed its throat before turning his blade sharply to slice into the side of another. A sudden flash of shimmering air signaled an illusion forming around him. With a grunt, he released a controlled burst of aether, its golden energy dispersing the enchantment before it could fully take hold. Each swing of his blade carried intent, each movement precise as he maintained his balance amidst the chaos.
