Liya stood not far away, draped in a silver-white cloak, hands clasped before her chest, surrounded by a soft and pure white halo — the powerful holy witchcraft magic she had summoned.
She walked slowly towards the dreamlike yet perilous mirror array, cautiously channeling her spiritual power into it.
"I will use the Power of Sanctity to misguide their path, driving them step by step into the core trap, making it impossible for them to escape."
Liya said calmly, her gaze gentle yet resolute, "In this battle, we must give it our all."
The night wind fluttered the corners of the tattered tents at the camp's edge and carried to their ears the eerie buzzing sound faintly coming from afar — the low call of the spore mother stirring restlessly at the other end of the dimensional rift, one of the most dangerous signals at the intersection of time and space.
