Serephira hovered alongside the ship, her silhouette was framed by the shimmering energy of the magical current that surrounded them. She could feel the hum of the aether all around her—its as if there was a rhythmic pulse that was in sync with the ship's movements. The current was their only protection against the malevolent entities lurking in the void, but it was weakening, and more of those grotesque creatures were forcing their way through. She had to make sure they didn't overwhelm the ship.
Hovering mere inches outside the ship, her eyes were darting to the shadows around her. The creatures were moving rapidly, with their forms that were a sickly blur of darkness, just beyond the magical stream. Every time one of them breached the current, it threatened the ship's safety. Serephira knew she couldn't allow that.
