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Eli’s boots thudded on the rooftop, just a second behind Judah’s. The sun blazed down, and the red light reflecting off nearby skyscrapers made everything feel as if it might melt. [color=0054a6]“I’ve been practicing…”[/color] he said between breaths, setting down the tech unit. [color=0054a6]“Not this kind of thing, but enough.”[/color]

He knelt beside the device, drawing a sigil in the air that shimmered violet before forming a faint shield around it. [color=0054a6]“There. That should keep it from exploding if someone decides to throw a fireball.”[/color] His voice trembled a bit, but his hands stayed steady.

Then he paused. A strange buzz crawled down his spine, like static moving through his magic circuits. He looked toward the chaos in the distance, eyes wide. [color=0054a6]“Do you feel that? Something’s wrong. Her magic… it’s not normal. It’s bending things.”[/color] He stood up slowly, sparks flying from his fingertips. [color=0054a6]“Whatever this is, I think I can help. But I might need backup.”[/color]