Lucen reached out to summon his spear. The Withmare Stalker was stealing mana from the plants, causing them to dry up and die. Soon it would heal the blow Lucen dealt to its spine and heart.
And as soon as its loud voice rang through the forest, the other monsters would be alerted of danger.
His spear turned into a bolt of white light and shot back into his hand. He channeled his mana into the silvery metal.
Before he could release the spear, the Withmare coughed the blood from its lungs and raised its head to scream.
Lucen's blood turned cold.
But then a familiar steel whip wrapped around the Withmare's neck and constricted tightly. Helie walked slowly through the bushes, she nodded at him briefly.
The Withmare reached up and grabbed the whip, but the iron turned red-hot in seconds, burning its hand and throat.
The creature gagged silently as the smoldering whip dug into its skin, cutting through skin and bone with a soft hiss.
