Rissa’s POV

The moment I turn and run toward them, everything sharpens.

Not fear.

Not doubt.

Clarity.

The Hunters surge forward, weapons raised, their formation tightening as they lock onto me. They think I’m breaking. They think I’m desperate.

Good.

Let them.

Power hums beneath my skin, steady and alive, no longer chaotic. It listens now. It responds.

To me.

“Target acquired!” one of them shouts.

I don’t slow.

I push faster.

The ground cracks under my steps, energy ...