"Go, Malakaih!"
Aldrich's shout tore through the air as he sprinted alongside his familiar. The sleek beast galloped on all fours, a blur of blue and silver, keeping pace as they surged toward Fiona and Saldrich with unrelenting momentum.
Twin fireballs flared to life in Aldrich's hands, which he hurled ahead with precision. Their molten arcs lit the sky for a split second before crashing forward, except the explosions never came.
Tulip, Fiona's familiar, dashed ahead with unshaken resolve. Her fox-like form shimmered as the flames met her fur and disappeared. Not suppressed. Not dodged. Absorbed entirely, without even a flicker of detonation.
'She just absorbed Fire Art like it was a treat?! What kind of busted ability is that?' Aldrich gaped inwardly, still in full sprint, undeterred by the turn of events.
"Let's see what you're really made of, Malakaih!" he roared.
The beast beside him responded with a low, thunderous growl, its aura surging.
