"Now!"
The moment Zein gave the order, the B-class guides who had been staring keenly at the miasma storm to look for an opening rushed in, using the path illuminated by the shards. There was no time for hesitation, and they immediately put their hand on the visible black shard.
"Ugh--" Brisk gritted his teeth as the triggered miasma storm assaulted them. Thankfully, the Saint's staff struck the ground, and a field of sanctuary formed to swallow the miasma storm.
"Focus," the firm but melodious voice rang out, and the guides clenched their jaw, pressing their palm against the black shard's surface.
But focusing wasn't an easy thing to do. even without the miasma disturbance, the storm happening inside the shard itself was something that could only be described as disastrous. Zein had told them it would feel like guiding an esper on the verge of eruption, but this was...
