Detra was staring at the new threat that approached.
A group of civilians from Evlin's world dressed in red robes, much like Mia used to dress with, and carrying pieces of the channeling tree, no doubt courtesy of her dryad powers.
They all had red glows on their eyes as if to showcase that they all were being possessed by a spirit under the command of Mia. Not just simple spirits thought, souls of deceased spellcasters that the girl gathered over the years.
"Mother... What are you going to do??" Marcus questioned while trying to stand up after getting hit by a blast made of three spells combined and noticing the woman's fist shaking for some reason.
Detra just raised her hands and started to gather water from the air and turn it into giant floating icicles to surround her body.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm making sure we don't lose the war!!" Detra replied while aiming her frozen crystals at her adversaries.
