Quinn stood between Merin and Tugnier, who was now completely wrapped in thick spirals of roots and branches, forming an oval-shaped cocoon around him.
Quinn using her wood attribute formed a defensive cocoon around Tugnier.
Lydia was nowhere to be seen, she had vanished into fading swirl of red dust.
Her Phantom Cloak (S) was active. She was watching, hidden, waiting for the right moment.
"Ahkk…" Merin coughed, blood spilling from her lips.
The side effects of Aethercore were tearing her body apart from the inside. Her Revival Toxin tried to mend what it could, forcing her heart to beat, forcing her lungs to move. But the pain was brutal, her veins burned, her mana channels screamed.
Her gaze, however, didn't waver. It locked onto Quinn.
Her eyes were red, not from exhaustion, but from rage. The kind of rage that boiled so deep it drowned reason.
Before her, the heads of Fiona and Oken rolled across the cracked red ground, stopping at her feet.
