Eleanor floated mid-air, her tome wide open, eyes glowing with ancient glyphs as six elemental runes rotated behind her. Each symbol pulsed with power, chained to the Book of Merlin that hovered by her side like a living thing.
Water, fire, wind, earth, light, and dark. She had all six in full harmony, and her casting rhythm was perfect. To the crowd, it looked like Kaizer was about to be overrun.
But he wasn't worried.
Kaizer's feet skidded across the stone as he dodged a spear of molten flame. His psychic domain expanded ever so slightly, just enough to brush the surface of Eleanor's thoughts.
Not deep enough to read them fully, not yet. Just enough to hear the rhythm, the pulse of her mind as she cast.
Her next attack came sharp and layered, a chain of water needles wrapped in wind. A good move that was hard to counter.
