Kohei PoV
I looked up at the darkened sky. My nephew's ice mirrors covered an orange barrier, blocking out most of the sunlight.
Cyra's father grunted, his frustration evident as he struggled against the shadowy tendrils that had ensnared him. "Unhand me now if you know what is good for you!"
I scoffed and flew over to him. "Who are you to be making any demands? All I see is a mouthy fox struggling to escape."
