Seraphim's flames burned but cast no light. Consumed by the dark scale earring, the flames remained, but nobody but the sisters could see them in the darkness. The same held for the creatures of deep water; their eyes trained for the deepest depths and their ears sharper than anyone else, directed their tridents at the scurrying shadows trying to close in on their mistress.
"Riyanzah!"
"I'm working on it, elf!" One hand pressed to her forehead, Riyanzah sensed her environment through the senses of her summoned melfolk. Creating a map in her mind as the crowd scattered and scrambled all around them.
"GET OUT OF THERE, YOU BASTARD!" Meanwhile, storing a great deal of her necrotic power in her fist, Aria slammed it into the ground to strike the dark mage underneath. Punching a hole in it, however, she could no longer feel the mage's presence underneath.
