Chapter 297
"Wait! What the actual hell?! Why am I the only one surrounded by two opponents?!" Jay screamed, panic flashing across his face as Charlotte and Lyra gracefully circled him like predators stalking prey.
Their distinct elemental auras shimmered around them—Lyra's wind spiraling with a sharp hiss, and Charlotte's water flowing with an eerie calm.
In contrast, Jay stood with nothing but two water swords clutched tightly in his hands, droplets glistening off their curved edges as he spun to keep both girls in sight.
"Uh… gu—girls! Let's… let's talk about this," Jay stammered, forcing an awkward smile. "There's gotta be a compromise, right? Greg is way stronger than I am. Maybe one of y—"
His words were cut short as a razor-thin wind blade zipped toward him.
"Damn it! I haven't even finished talking!" he yelled, ducking low and slicing the air with one sword.
