Emma hesitated for just a heartbeat, her crimson eyes flickering between Julian's calm expression and Vex's calculating smile. Then she shrugged and moved forward, flames still dancing at her fingertips—a silent warning.
"Alright, alright. Hands up, Commander. Let's see what you're hiding."
Vex raised her arms with an almost amused grace, allowing Emma to pat her down with practiced efficiency. The other Greenday fighters, seeing their leader's surrender, slowly lowered their weapons. Fey's liquid tendrils relaxed but didn't release them entirely—just enough to let them breathe, to let them think about resisting.
Zoe remained in her massive wolf form, blue eyes fixed on the prisoners with predatory focus. One wrong move, and she'd be among them before they could blink.
Dori pressed close to Julian, her gentle face troubled. "Julian... can we really trust her? She was trying to kill us minutes ago."
