Liam's eyes never left her. His stance shifted—not dramatically, just a subtle adjustment in balance and grip. The javelin spun once in his hand, humming ominously with a blend of dark and fire Myst.
For a moment, neither moved.
The tension between them was dense, like coiled wire straining to snap. Mabel's breathing slowed, controlled. Liam's was silent, like he'd vanished into stillness itself.
Liam's eyes never left her. His stance shifted—not dramatically, just a subtle adjustment in balance and grip. The javelin spun once in his hand, humming ominously with a blend of dark and fire Myst.
Then he vanished.
A burst of flame marked his sudden movement—Flame Dash—flickers of fire trailing in his wake.
