Marina's shadow magic exploded outward on pure instinct.

Darkness erupted from her body, filling the Great Hall with writhing tendrils that lashed at Kael's warriors. Not to kill but to disorient, to buy precious seconds to think.

"Run!" Lyra grabbed Marina's arm, pulling her toward the eastern exit.

"No." Marina planted her feet, her hybrid nature recognizing the tactical mistake. "They're herding us. Whatever direction we run, they've already prepared for it."

Kael's laugh confirmed her suspicion. "Smart hybrid. But not smart enough." He gestured, and his warriors began a coordinated advance. "Did you really think I wouldn't know the moment you shadow-walked into this hall? I've been monitoring every...