The air crackled with tension as the enemy leader's smirk twisted into a sneer. His hand lifted, and a faint hum of energy began to emanate from him. Without warning, his fingers traced a complex sigil in the air, the lines glowing with an ominous purple hue. The storm around them intensified, howling like a wounded beast as arcs of energy shot outward.
"Scatter them!"
The sigil exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy that tore through the group. The ground split beneath their feet, and barriers of pulsating energy erupted between them. Kaelen, Seline, Morgan, and Thane found themselves forcibly separated.
Kaelen stumbled backward, the shockwave sending him reeling, only to find two of the enemy fighters advancing toward him. One brandished a pair of serrated daggers that shimmered with an eerie glow, while the other wielded a broad, spiked club.
