Lucen stared into the dark den. The jagged hole in the earth shivered, dust raining from its roof as the Withmare charged up to meet them.
The Squires silently prepared themselves, mana forming a dense haze of force as multiple spells were prepared to go off.
Lucen summoned his silver spear in a brief flash of light, feeling the cold metal against his skin was comforting.
Set roared at the top of his voice, "Don't let them surround us!"
The plan was to keep the monsters confined to their hole and the quagmire Kate set up. Eight golden needles snapped into existence with the sound of glass breaking, illuminating the basin in light.
The trees swayed around them, casting shadows over the bare stone. The wide depression in the ground had become their ring.
The first Withmare burst from the cave, a Stalker, taller than any human with six powerful arms that ended in poisonous claws.
