The Rainforest Biome had quickly become a desperate warzone, a rolling storm of twisted mana and vicious abyssal beasts.
The very earth beneath the students' feet throbbed with unnatural pulses, the ground bruised by Abyssal corruption. In the center of the ruined clearing, amidst fallen trees and scattered corpses, the surviving students formed a circle.
"Form up! Defensive perimeter! Ranged in the middle!" Veronica's voice cut through the chaos like a whip of command, unwavering and precise.
Her silver hair clung to her face, dirt and ash smudging her cheeks, but her eyes were clear and utterly focused as she barked orders that everyone similarly followed, recognizing her skills as a tactician.
Elara was standing beside her in the middle of the circle, her breathing fast but steady as her hands glowed with a green light, pouring wave after wave of healing and buffing spells into the group.
