Elara stood still for a moment, absorbing Captain Eryndor's words. Her gaze flicked between Cedric, whose expression was as tense as she'd expected, and Lucavion, whose smirk carried its usual air of infuriating confidence. The murmurs from the other adventurers filled the air, but Elara barely registered them. Her thoughts churned, a mix of concern and excitement bubbling beneath the surface.
'Fighting at the central flank,' she thought, her fingers brushing the hilt of her staff. The memory of yesterday's battle flashed through her mind—how the frost magic she'd trained for years had finally felt alive, purposeful. Her spells had struck true, carving paths through chaos. She'd improved, and she could feel it. Fighting alongside Luca again, even if she wouldn't admit it aloud, sounded… exciting.
A faint smile tugged at her lips as she let the thought settle. 'I've come this far. Why not push further?'
