The ground beneath Jaenor erupted upward, massive roots tearing free from the ground and wrapping around his legs. He slashed with his aura blade, cutting through them, but more appeared immediately, faster than he could destroy them.
Wendelina raised both hands, and the sky above darkened.
Storm clouds gathered from nowhere, and lightning began to fall. Not natural lightning—this was origin energy shaped into electrical fury, each bolt containing enough power to vaporize a building.
Jaenor threw himself into motion, running and dodging, his enhanced speed the only thing keeping him alive. The lightning struck where he'd been standing a moment before, leaving molten craters in the ground. He wove between the strikes, his instincts and powers pushed to their absolute limits.
But he couldn't get close.
Every time he tried to approach Wendelina, new obstacles appeared.
Walls of force.
Pillars of flame.
The ground itself was becoming treacherous, trying to swallow him whole.
