The golem charged forward, crashing across the field. The demons didn't hesitate, they ran to meet it, blades drawn, snarling, even against a giant they could barely match in size.
But it wasn't the grounded demons that posed the true threat.
No, the real danger hovered above, the ones in the sky, circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness.
Yet even that threat had already been anticipated.
Just as the two forces were moments from clashing, Vanya lifted both hands, her fingers outstretched to the sky. Her voice rose, singing in the ancient, lilting cadence of the Elven tongue. The melody shimmered across the air like a spell of old, and at once, the very atmosphere shifted.
"Spirits of the ancient green. Breathe life into the sky and root. Let wild power rise unseen. And bring our fate to blooming truth."
Elemental particles thickened, swirling visibly around them until the entire clearing pulsed with primal energy.
