Callista's gaze shifted to Maxon, a silent command passing between them. He understood immediately, his powerful frame tensing for action. He shot forward, moving with a velocity that made the very air shudder in his wake. His target: Elara.
But Caden was faster. Seeing the imminent threat, he surged ahead, placing himself between Elara and the oncoming menace. With a flicker of stellar essence igniting his fist, he met Maxon's charge head-on.
The collision was staggering, a small shockwave rippling outward, making the surrounding equipment rattle. The force of Caden's deflection sent Maxon sliding back on his feet, his boots scraping against the metallic floor, sparks flying in their wake.
Maxon steadied himself, his eyes appraising Caden with a newfound respect. The air hung heavy with tension as Maxon readjusted his stance, reassessing the situation. The dance had begun, and it promised to be a dance of danger and power.
