Liam's expression flickered with uncertainty. "I can redirect some of the ambient energy, but doing so could draw attention. If their mages are still nearby, they might notice."
"Better they notice a strange surge than track the signature to us," Aiden said decisively. "Do it."
Liam bowed his head slightly. "As you command."
His form vanished, and moments later, the faint hum of shifting energy rippled through the air. Even at this distance, Aiden could feel the leyline's residual power dispersing, blending into the natural flow of the environment. It was subtle, but effective—a smokescreen to obscure their involvement.
"Smart move," Myne said, her smirk returning. "Still, we can't keep dancing with death like this. You've got the Court on edge, and now we're on the radar of two of the most dangerous factions in the region. What's the next step, boss?"
