She watched as Eyrx froze some creatures. He couldn't freeze it all, and it was sensible because they never stopped coming.
Immediately, she sprang into action.
Her fingers tightened around the Whispering Veil, the ancient handkerchief that was becoming more of a burden than a blessing with every passing moment. Thalina's grip felt uncertain at first, the weight of the fabric in her hands a constant reminder that she was still not fully attuned to its power. The threads seemed to pulse with a life of their own, but Thalina felt disconnected from it, as if the weapon itself was playing a game with her.
