The battle raged on.
Without warning, spears of flame, brilliant constructs of condensed mana, materialized in the air above Vaenyra. They hovered for a breathless moment, then lunged downward like divine wrath, each one exploding in a fiery detonation upon impact.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The blasts shook the ground like thunderclaps, kicking up dirt and smoke. Lumberling turned sharply, Aurelya stood at the edge of the field, her golden eyes alight with focus. Her palm was raised, channeling mana into the air. She was the one casting them.
One by one, the fiery spears spawned above and rained down, but Vaenyra weaved through them with impossible grace. Her feet barely touched the ground, her clothes fluttering in the air. She dodged every blast by inches, never losing momentum.
'How the hell is she moving like that?'
