Seraphel struck first.
Her hands sliced through the air. Shards of crystal ripped free from her forearms and flew at the twins in a spiral. Each shard hummed like a blade.
Vea raised her staff. The ground lit in a circular flare. A glowing barrier spun up just in time. The crystal blades struck, shattered, scattered.
Svea didn't wait.
She rushed forward. Her foot slammed the ground. A shockwave shot out. Debris flipped and spiraled toward Seraphel.
Seraphel leapt.
Mid-air, she spun and fired a barrage of crystal needles downward. Svea rolled left. One shard sliced her arm. Blood fell. She didn't stop.
Above, Naeva made her move.
Vines lashed down. Bone blossoms bloomed mid-whip, snapping open like jaws. They bit the ground where Vea stood.
Vea tapped her staff three times.
Golden spears erupted from the soil and impaled the vines mid-lunge. They thrashed. She tapped once more. The spears exploded in flame.
