Moon's answer was silence, pointing his hands towards her, his fingertips crackling in lightning.
Layla sighed softly, as if disappointed by a child who chose the wrong answer. She sat, crossed her legs, and rested her chin on her knuckles.
"Pity." Layla muttered as the room erupted in chaos.
Her subordinates moved as one. Spells and weapons clashed across the throne room in an instant. Moon's team surged forward to meet them, and the chamber descended into madness.
Moon didn't waste time on the foot soldiers. He aimed directly at Layla, channeling [Thunderclap Raiju] and releasing it toward the throne.
Killing her meant breaking most of these people of their curses, as for the others who weren't, they would die or surrender.
Unfortunately, reality wasn't so simple. Three of her followers stepped into his spell's path. Their combined spells collided with the wolf mid-flight, fire and earth and wind converging on the lightning from dozens of angles.
