Countless vines covered in blooming flowers shot out and bound Lyrassa in place. Each time a thunderous explosion roared from inside the domain, an equally brutal surge of energy slammed into the area outside.
Yet Lyrassa remained standing.
Her body was rigid and unmoving. Only the flowers around her continued to grow at a frantic pace. Anyone standing nearby could feel how dense and heavy the energy in that place had become.
Lyrassa closed her eyes, occasionally letting out a low groan of pain. At times, her body looked as if it were about to be violently thrown away. But no matter how strong the impact was, thousands of vines burst from the ground and held her firmly in place.
What made it even worse was this.
There was no one who could support her here.
No one could heal her. No one could ease the burden she was carrying.
