The Void-Poison Warlord's half-formed wings snapped open with a wet, tearing sound. Jagged veins of void energy crawled across its body, spreading like cracks in black glass. Purple poison mist seeped from the demon's claws, eating away at the ground in bubbling patches. It wasn't fully transformed yet—its muscles still shifting, skeleton still adapting into its final monstrous shape. That made this moment critical.
It was powerful enough to annihilate them if given even another minute.
But not yet.
Not now.
Shellia raised Solara Veil high. Moonlight throbbed at the tip like a heartbeat synced to her own.
Yuki hovered behind her, heal-wind shimmering around his palms.
[Shellia… whenever you move, I'll support your spirit flow.]
"Thank you," Shellia answered without breaking focus.
Sylas stood to her left, frost climbing up his arms. His breath came out as pale mist.
[If we strike first, we may break its partial barrier.]
"Then we will," she said.
