The forest was quieter now, the echoes of distant battles fewer and farther between. Lyra, Victor, Violet, and their bonds moved cautiously through the dense undergrowth, their senses on high alert. The woodland arena felt alive around them, the faint glow of the scattered orbs casting eerie patterns across the forest floor. Every sound, every shadow seemed to carry the promise of danger.
Sylvia sniffed the air, her green eyes narrowing. "Something's coming. Three—no, six ahead. I can smell them."
"Six?" Victor asked, his staff glowing faintly as shadows flickered at his feet. "That means three bonds and three mages."
Lyra tightened her grip on her greatsword, her aura beginning to flicker to life. "Stay close. We've got this."
Violet nodded, her fox bond Ember standing alert at her side. "We'll need to work together. A 3v3 isn't going to be easy."