The muscles of all three individuals from the foreign race tensed as they felt a sliver of Will residing in the shrub.
The lady among them stamped her staff into the soil as she began to mutter an encrypted chant. Behind her, delicate strings of essence pulsed, forming a magic symbol painted into reality itself.
Seth's heart thudded as a stifling feeling of foreboding washed over him.
His hair stood on end, a chill creeping down his spine.
His pupils constricted. He couldn't stay here — if he got hit by whatever was forming, he would die.
He never thought these beings would have so much essence even after going through such a big battle.
Reality behind the foreign race lady twisted and warped into a void of whirling chaos, funneling the space around itself.
A slow burn of orange hinted from its depth, only growing more defined by the second.
