Zara's growl echoed, her massive form charging, curse marks glowing crimson against her sweat-slicked muscles.
Her axe came down hard, severing a beast through the thorax, black ichor spraying.
Another snapped at her side, and she pivoted, her leg trembling with pain, turning the movement into another killing blow, her silver hair plastered to her forehead.
"Keep up!" she barked, her blue eyes fierce.
Lysette stood behind, her glowing staff raised, her white robe clinging to her thighs.
Her light magic flared weakly, but a burst of radiance struck a beast's face, disorienting it with a crack of blinding light.
Her emerald eyes cut through the chaos, her defiant scowl unwavering despite her curse's lingering toll.
"Behind you!" she shouted, her voice sharp.
Leon spun, a beast mid-lunge, its claws gleaming.
His legs refused to move, time slowing—until Terya's hand gripped his wrist, her touch warm, steady.
"Focus," she said, her green eyes locked on his.
"You're not alone."
