The Behemoth roared, its claws carving deep trenches into the ground. Kalista didn't flinch.
Golden seals spun from her fingertips, circling her like a constellation. The moment the monster lunged again, she flicked her wrist, and a line of glowing daggers shot forward—fast, precise, and devastatingly sharp. They struck the creature's joints, embedding deep, forcing it to stumble.
Zann's jaw dropped. "Holy hell—she can fight?"
Aerin smirked, light energy crackling between her hands. "Understatement of the year."
Darenn moved to her side instinctively, fists tightening as he slammed them into the earth. Jagged pillars erupted from the ground, pinning the creature briefly. "Kalista!" he barked. "Stay behind the barrier!"
She gave him a sharp glare. "You stay behind it. I can handle myself."
