The battlefield roared to life. The swirling portal cracked and hissed like an angry serpent as wave after wave of elves surged out—more organized now, clearly more elite than the first.
Unlike the first batch, these wore deep emerald cloaks and bore intricate magical tattoos glowing with battle enchantments. Their formation tightened, spells charging in unison as they raised their staffs, bows, and blades.
"Formation two! Intercept now!" Maestro called out, spinning his baton as a new spell played through his violin.
The music changed to sharp, urgent, full of staccato strikes.
The Musical Notes in air become sharp, and attacked the elves swiftly.
The team split. This time, they moved not just as rookies but as veterans who had trained together.
Cecilia, like ever calm beautiful flower stepped forward and raised both arms.
