บท 144: The Elven Cry (6) Time Magic?

"We need to move," I said, grabbing Aurelia's arm and pulling her back. "Now."

She didn't argue, her instincts kicking in as we retreated from the battlefield. The demons, sensing our retreat, let out guttural roars that echoed through the forest. Their fury was palpable, but something was different now—something beyond their rage. The air itself seemed to warp around them as they moved, like they were being propelled by some unseen force. The figure at the edge of the battlefield hadn't followed us, hadn't moved at all, but its influence over the battle was undeniable.