Talia hung in the air. Caught in the deadly gaze.
The full, focused attention of the Gorgon-Hydra's central head washed over her. A wave of petrifying energy.
Her skin began to shimmer with faint- stony grey. Her movements slowed. Her face frozen in horror.
She was dying. Turning to stone from the inside out.
'Shit. If she dies now, we lose. I need her alive. I need all of them alive to win this.'
The plan was collapsing.
But in that moment clarity washed over him.
The Manacore Pendant on his chest. A massive reserve of power waiting.
He was no longer just the leader giving orders. He was the storm itself.
"Talia!" he roared. "Don't you fucking die on me!"
He drew upon the vast ocean of mana within him. The doubled pool granted by the pendant.
A powerful rush like lightning in his veins.
He reached for his summons. His collection of the dead. And he pulled.
FWOOSH!
The ground erupted in shadow.
First came the Guardian. The ghostly Wardcrafter.
