Naya sat up straight, her golden eyes narrowing. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she observed the battlefield with sharp focus. Unlike the others, she understood exactly what she was looking at.
"This isn't normal… this isn't just some random demon's ability," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else. Her fingers curled slightly, ready to take action if necessary.
She had seen a blood army before. She had seen entire kingdoms fall before their relentless onslaught. And now, she was watching the beginning of something terrifying.
"Layla," she called, her voice steady but laced with urgency. "Do you know what power your student is using?"
For the first time, there was a flicker of something in Layla's expression. Was it apprehension? Amusement? It was hard to tell, but she didn't look away from the fight below. Instead, she leaned back slightly, letting out a small hum of interest.
