Suddenly, Ahcehera's mind was forcibly linked. What's happening...
"Your Highness... can you hear me?"
Ahcehera was dumbfounded when she heard Rohzivaan's voice in her head. "What is this?"
"A mental link. This is a special talent possessed by werewolves."
"Okay."
"I've taken care of one. Three left. Can you disable the array without drawing attention?"
Ahcehera replied in a calm but urgent tone, "Not yet. I need to disrupt the energy flow first. Keep them busy if they notice anything."
Rohzivaan smirked faintly. "That's the easy part."
As he prepared to strike again, one of the remaining chanters paused, their head tilting as though sensing something amiss.
Rohzivaan tensed, his dark energy sparking at his fingertips. He had to act fast.
Ahcehera, meanwhile, traced her fingers over the glowing runes etched into the ground. She found the central node, a pulsating crystal embedded deep within the array's core.
