The air pulsed with a malevolent energy as Morden raised his hand high, chanting in a guttural, ancient tongue.
The arena darkened, the air growing heavy with the weight of his magic. Runes etched themselves into the air around him, glowing a sickly green, and from the runes erupted tendrils that shot for Zariah.
Zariah braced herself, her narrowed eyes exuding a dim glow. Her element surged wildly around her, a living inferno that danced with both beauty and terror.
Zariah slammed her foot into the ground, summoning a wall of flame to intercept the chaotic tendrils. They collided with a deafening crack, sparks flying and setting random places on fire.
"You've really lost yourself, haven't you, Morden?" Zariah hissed, her voice steady despite the storm around her.
"Using forbidden witch magic before so many eyes? Everyone sees through you now." Zariah said in a dark tone.
Morden scoffed, glaring at Zariah hatefully.
