Cassandra stepped forward, her hands glowing with an eerie green light. The three fire-wielding thugs exchanged glances, momentarily caught off guard by her sudden display of power.
'This is unexpected,' Zafron thought, his eyes wide with astonishment. 'She's not just some helpless victim.'
The first thug recovered quickly, hurling a fireball directly at Cassandra's face. With a fluid motion, she raised her hand, a glob of viscous green slime shooting from her palm. The fireball collided with the slime, sizzling for a moment before being completely absorbed.
"What the hell?" the thug exclaimed, taking a step back.
Cassandra's eyes narrowed beneath her veil. "My turn," she said, her voice cold and determined.
She thrust both hands forward, streams of slime erupting from her palms. The goo split into multiple tendrils, each one seeking out a different opponent. The thugs tried to dodge, but the slime moved with uncanny speed and precision.
