Lyrate was the first to move. Her crimson mist swirled around her as she leapt forward, the air rippling with the faint hum of her Essence.
Her eyes glowed bright red, focused and sharp. I could feel the surge of her power as she summoned the Law of Creation.
With a swift motion, her sword arced through the air, leaving a trail of Essence that sprouted massive wooden spikes from the ground.
They shot upward like spears, impaling the first wave of abominations.
She spun gracefully, a blur of crimson and green, each swing of her sword leaving more creations in her wake.
Trees bent unnaturally as wooden whips lashed out, slamming into the beasts with tremendous force. Her body floated over the battlefield, twisting and weaving through attacks as her mist allowed her to vanish and reappear in an instant.
Then I saw her smile as she bought her hands together and whispered.
"Forest's Wrath!"
