Arty now faced the being head-on.
The storm raged and thunder cracked around them, but her focus stayed locked on him, the man wreathed in lightning.
Whatever he was, she knew he was connected to what had been happening until now. The necrotic energy rise in the distant place also still made Arty and Sylmira uneasy. But this being suddenly attacked, something very wrong was happening right now.
His energy felt wrong and foreign and ancient, like something else was inside him, pulling the strings.
Her brother was out there somewhere, confronting the true entity behind all this chaos. But for now, she couldn't reach him. So if she wanted answers, this was the one to beat them out of.
"Asking won't do me any good," she thought, tightening her fists. "I'll drag the truth out after I beat the shit out of him."
The being still reeled from her last blast of fire, his aura flickering like a storm that looked struggling somehow.
