Dendron flew forward as fast as she could, aiming at Doma. Until now, Doma is the only threat. No one had managed to wound her like this before.
Doma dodged Dendron's fist and teleported through the exploding, sharp branches and strange waves of radiating spirit magic. "As they say, you can't teach an old dog new tricks." Doma smiled and turned into mist, appearing right behind Arad, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'm nothing but a ghost, a vestige of his power."
The world around them suddenly turned dark as Arad sucked them all into his Elemental Expansion.
Dendron looked around, finding herself in complete darkness, without air or light. But none of that was a problem for her. A spirit that lived for as long as she had many tricks up her sleeves, and both wind and light magic weren't that hard to gain.
