Lucy ran away from the undead and pointed her arm at the blood-soaked ground. "FREEZE!" She froze it behind her, making all the undead slip and slide away.
The light surrounding her body faded, and she immediately realized how long it took. In her training to control wild magic, she got herself used to counting seconds, figuring the duration of her wild magic pulses is important after all. ^That was one minute, so this cold magic surge could last around that time.^
^I need to get into the air. Let's try again.^ She jumped, [Fly] The spell failed again and she landed back on the ground. A wild magic surge must've occurred.
She looked around with a scared face, trying to figure out what disaster had occurred. "AH! My lovely mistress!" One of the undead cried, bowing to her, he was a large death knight with immense power.
