Ana, in rage, closed both palms tight. Her voice thundered across the hall as she chanted:
"Fury Forest!"
The ground cracked. Around her, in a perfect circle, trees erupted from stone, clawing toward the ceiling. Branches twisted, vines snapped into existence, and flowers danced like maniacs in a storm. From their frenzy, Ana tore a living branch, and when she swung it, a faint green shimmer bled from its bark — trailing behind like glowing veins of the earth itself. She charged at Auren mid-air, and behind him, a miniature forest charged too, alive, breathing, rushing like an army at her command.
Auren's toes brushed the ground — fuuush! He vanished.
Ana spun, breath sharp."You can't escape me, not here!" she cried desperately.
Her palms clapped, the echo booming through the ruined hall.
Meanwhile, the tornado still raged, surrounding the black energy sphere where Aazin and Ryzin fused into one abomination. Inside, the storm roared louder, and within it something else stirred.
