The attack came swiftly. Robert’s frigate anchored just beyond the cove, its cannons lighting up the night. Men poured onto the beach, their boots crunching on snow-coated rocks. Robert stood at the forefront, his aquamarine eyes glowing faintly in the dark as his telekinesis and pontumancy bent the waves to his will.

“Found you at last,” Robert sneered, his voice cutting through the chaos. “You’ve led me on quite the chase, Sister.”

Miura stepped forward, her frost-coated hands glowing in the moonlight. “She’s not your quarry anymore.”

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“Oh, she’s not?” Robert’s smirk widened as he raised a hand, the waves behind him surging upward like a living wall. “And you think you can stop me, Witch?”

Sabrina drew her cutlass, stepping beside Miura. “We’ll stop you together.”

Robert laughed, a cold, hollow sound. “You’ve always been foolish, Sabrina. You think this… bond of yours can save you?”

He gestured sharply, and the waves crashed down, sending a torrent of seawater rushing toward them. Miura reacted instantly, her ice spreading in an intricate web across the ground, freezing the water in place. But Robert’s telekinesis shattered the frost with a flick of his wrist, and the fight began in earnest.