Skylar

I stand at the center of the training grounds, the hellhound soldiers fanning out like a dark tide on one side, and the Scarabs, with their iridescent carapaces, skittering attentively on the other. My voice cuts through the charged air, commanding and clear. "Today, we focus on coordinated strikes and elemental defense. I want precision, not chaos."

As I issue my commands, I extend a hand, palm upturned. A small flicker of flame dances across my skin, growing into a ...