"This is as good as my Swirling Wind." Urhen said, half proud and half annoyed by her student's progress.
"And it will probably be as good as Ryla's if Zoreth stops whining and works on herself. I'm pretty sure that if she manages to turn her troll half into a Traughen half, the power of the elements will cover her whole arm." Baba Yaga nodded.
"Also, do me a favor. Conjure any darkness spell you want, but make it flow through your arm before releasing it. Remember this path. Core, arm, fingertips." The Mother traced a line that went from Zoreth's solar plexus to her nails.
Once again, the Arke obeyed. She felt nothing at all until the Plague Arrow reached her elbow. There, the stored darkness element turned into a whirlpool that absorbed and released the spell several times per second.
