'I can't use fire unless I want to repeat Calil's mistake. Earth would only squash Lith, the same applies to darkness. I'm no Healer so I can't help the infected. What are the elements I can safely work with? Air and water.' Phloria thought.
A sudden idea popped up inside her head. It was dangerous and likely to backfire, but Phloria had learned from her father that she had to fight with the options she had, not those she might want.
Regretting that she had never learned a single tier four War Mage spell, she unleashed a barrage of the tier three spell, Frostbite. Fake mages couldn't amplify the strength of a spell below tier five at will, so Phloria had to compensate for the lack of quality with speed and quantity.
One frozen wave after another struck the mass of living spores surrounding Lith, limiting their movements and making those closing in to replace the mass lost due to Lith's dark aura fall to the ground.
