Jadon felt Evan’s power surge not just authority, but a protective force that wrapped around her like a second shield.

Christa moved to Jadon’s side, magic swirling around her hands. “Stay with me. Call out anything you feel.”

But Jadon was already sensing it the enemy’s intent, their angles, their momentum.

“They’re splitting!” she shouted. “Two on the left, three on the right one’s going for the bunker!”

Evan’s head snapped toward her, eyes blazing. “Right flank ...