Detour (Ch.107)

She shot forward with blinding speed, Aelira's energy flooding her system and amplifying her strength. Her sword cut through the air in a streak of crimson light, and before the first bandit could react, Lyra was already upon him.

With one clean stroke, Aelira's blade sliced through the man's weapon, shattering it as if it were made of brittle glass. The force of the impact sent him sprawling backward, eyes wide in shock.

The rest of the bandits barely had time to process what had happened before Sylvia and Nakia leapt into action.

Sylvia moved with feline grace, her claws flashing as she weaved between opponents, striking with pinpoint precision. She knocked one bandit's crossbow aside before slashing at his chest, sending him crumpling to the ground.

Nakia, ever the tactician, manipulated the shadows around her, vanishing from sight before reappearing behind another bandit. A swift slice of her daggers left him clutching his leg, screaming in pain.