Leon and his men were surrounded by a dazzling array of elemental forces—fire, water, earth, and lightning—all created by Eva. The elements hovered menacingly, ready to strike at a moment's notice. A gust of wind held Jett at bay, as Eva stood with a single finger raised, exuding an ominous aura so deadly that no one, including Jett, dared to move.
'Yep, that's an elemental mage for you,' Jett thought proudly.
"Oh dear Leon," Eva began, shifting her focus from Jett to Leon. "I know you're my brother and all, but if you so much as harm a single strand of his hair, you can forget about leaving with your limbs intact."
"Tch, put us down," one of Leon's men demanded.
"Oh? An insignificant pebble dares to speak?" Eva sneered, her eyes blazing with intent to incinerate him on the spot.
