A dark-colored root rose from where we had been standing, shattering the solid concrete.
At the same time, through my sense that covered everything around us, I felt all the roots of this flower that had spread through this area over time.
"That was close." I heard Elliot's voice beside me as he had already drawn his sword.
His hand tightened around the hilt, while light spread across its surface, pushing away the darkness of the storm.
With a swift motion, he swung toward the thick root, leaving an arc of light behind him.
His sword reached it, attempting to cut it in a single strike, leaving a deep wound from which a glowing blue liquid seeped.
I didn't know if it could be called blood or if it was something else.
While he dealt with that, I didn't remain idle. My swords were already in my hands, and the essence surged through my body with force and precision.
