Moca's head snapped upward, her instincts prickling before anyone else.
"W-What is this power?...
She whispered, her voice trembling despite herself.
Astrum.
Unfathomable waves of it suddenly bled into existence, flooding the battlefield like an unseen tsunami.
It was''t just in the air, it seeped and bleed into reality covering the snow covered battlefield, the corpses, and basically everything else.
Her vampiric senses screamed, tracing it all back to a single source.
One person it would seem.
And yet… the nature of this Astrum was so alien, so distorted, she could not grasp it true nature.
Still, the feeling was unmistakable. Someone was about to unleash high tier magic.
Moca drove her focus back to the fight for a heartbeat, constructing a spear of shadow thick and jagged, then driving it clean through the writhing slug before it attack her.
A moment distraction from the sudden surge of power thar flooded the world.
