Even a bright violet-cored Awakened lacked the strength to conjure a natural disaster without long preparation, but Void Magic turned air and earth into an electromagnetic storm that fueled itself by the second.
The sheer focus required to deal with so many opponents and manipulate the elements with such degree of finesse made Tista wheeze with effort. She needed a few seconds to use her breathing technique and recover her strength, or she wouldn't last much longer.
'Come on, you bastards. Get scared and fall back. Conjure a Silverwing's Annihilation or something. Anything slow that will group you for a burst of Void Flames will do!' She thought.
Yet the Isharas kept pressing forward without giving her a single moment of respite.
'Well, thank you for nothing!' Tista met the long blade of a glaive with her left battle claw, producing a rain of sparks as the enchanted metals screeched.
