Racemosa steadied her stance before launching herself few meters away from Wrath. It seemed as if the recent development and showcase of power by her opponent had shifted her confidence. The unpredictable surge of energy discouraged both parties from executing any risky moves that would trigger a counter action. The air fell still between them as the seemingly living cage of weaved vines and branches around them shrunk to limit their movements.
It was pin-drop silent as Racemosa hovered over to her spot and quietly chant a protective spell over herself. Meanwhile on the other corner, Wrath unexpectedly sat crisscross on the grass as her eyes rolled back to her skull. The aura around her body spiked and felt hostile. Bawma and the General had never seen Wrath's full potential before. She was always scared of what she was capable of and the possibility of her losing control or consumed.
Wrath stood up and held her hand out, "Consumetur tenebris mecum."
