"These are fine," Rosana said, flexing her claw blade, the sharp metal glinting under the dying light of the fire. "But I'll need to rely on my rage mode if we get in too deep."
Ty nodded, his eyes on the fire but his mind elsewhere. He had seen Rosana's rage mode only once before, back in the garden before the tournament began. It had been chaotic, powerful—but reckless. It made her a whirlwind of destruction, but it was clear she struggled to control it.
"You know how dangerous that is, Rosana," Ty said, casting her a sideways glance. "That power's not something you can easily rein in once it starts."
Rosana let out a frustrated breath, staring at her claws. "I don't want to rely on it. But sometimes, it feels like it's either that, or we don't make it out alive. The problem is, I don't know if I'll even be able to stop it next time."
