Third Person POV
The fight stopped making sense.
Ellie was thrown between physical volleys with Felicity and surges of power that she struggled to direct.
The shifts were rapid, disorienting. She could hardly follow what was happening now. She only knew that she had to hold Felicity back, had to keep her focus only on herself.
The unrelenting confusion of it wasn’t restricted to Felicity.
That was the first thing anyone noticed—not that it grew louder or more violent, but that it crossed some invisible threshold where pain, fear, and reason no longer applied.
The rogues should have been breaking.
By any rational measure, they were outmatched now. Reinforcements had arrived. Their lines were splintered. Their losses were catastrophic. Any normal force would ha
