Trump Card (Part 2)

"Move! Move! Move!"

The shout echoed through the cavernous space as several Magus moved to encircle Kai and Kiara.

Their palms glowed with power, each one wielding their elemental magic — fire flickering like molten lava, ice shimmering with deadly sharpness, and crackling electricity arcing between fingers.

Despite the display, Kai's expression remained indifferent, almost bored. To him, they were little more than a nuisance. 

Kiara shifted beside him, her blade gleaming in the dim light of the mine. She was poised and ready, her every muscle coiled like a spring. 

Kai raised his hands, flexing his fingers as a spark of electricity danced across his knuckles. His eyes narrowed, scanning the Magus who dared to stand against them. 

"Why are you here?!" one of the Magus demanded. The speaker was a burly man whose Magus cloak billowed dramatically in the sweltering air.