On the other side of the battlefield, where Erend and Eccar faced the mad havoc of Orzhal-Kur, the air itself had turned hostile.
After whispering a prayer to her unseen master, the ancient Forest Witch seemed to ignite with a second phase. Her gaunt body that was torned before suddenly vibrant with unnatural strength.
Her orange fire blazed brighter and roaring viciously, and the green vines she summoned turned bigger and more alive until it looks like serpents, their surfaces gleaming with hardened bark that snapped like whips and cracked stone.
She attacked with no pause, no rhythm, no regard for defens for her own defense, just an overwhelming surge of elemental fury.
Firestorms swirled from her palms in wide arcs, forcing Erend and Eccar to split and dodge while vines erupted from the earth in waves, seeking to pierce or bind them.
