Astrid stood firm at her corner of the formation, maintaining the geometric integrity essential to their defensive strategy. As Hualing changed course and approached her position, nervousness bubbled in her stomach despite her best efforts to suppress it. When those crimson eyes locked onto hers, an involuntary shiver raced down her spine—a primal recognition of predator versus prey that transcended rational thought.
Still, Astrid clung to logical reassurance. I'm inside the barrier. Our formation is sound. She can't reach me. The mantra steadied her hands as she continued weaving the rune patterns necessary for their collective defense.
