"Aren't you asking too much from us?" Selene Whitmore said, her voice sharp, almost scolding, as her blade danced in a clean arc. The edge shimmered faintly with mana before slicing through the wailing specter lunging at her. Its ghostly body quivered, broke apart, and disintegrated into black ash that scattered like smoke in the damp air.
The battlefield was a dim ruin, cracked stone walls jutting around them like broken teeth. Faint, eerie whispers rose with every breath of wind. From the shadows, yet another specter glided forward, its eyeless face twisted in eternal malice.
"Clara Winslet's, behind you!" Kael Vi-rel yelled out.
Clara Winslet turned, eyes widening as skeletal claws reached for her. Lightning flared from her staff with a crackle.
" Lightning Bolt!"
The specter screeched as white-blue arcs surged through its body, convulsing until its form collapsed into powder. The remains left behind a faint glow a mana stone that pulsed like a captured heartbeat.
