Before Aira could retort, the forest seemed to shift, shadows slithering through the trees. It was as if the dark itself were coming to life, and a strange chill settled over them, thickening the mist. Out of the corner of her eye, Aira noticed dark forms moving, almost blending with the shadows.
Her instincts kicked in, and she raised a hand, summoning a small ball of light that hovered above her palm, casting a faint glow around them. The light barely pierced the thick fog, but it revealed what they were up against—wraith-like shadows with hollow eyes, drifting through the mist, their forms flickering like smoke.
Kellan blinked in surprise he hadn't expected that the woman would use offensive magic, seeing how good she was with a sword. Another reason could be that she shared features with his little minx who didn't use offensive magic.
