The storm's wail seemed to rise in pitch as Seline ducked beneath another swipe of the spectral claw. The air crackled with energy, her opponent's unstable magic sending tremors through the ground. Her grip on her staff tightened as she steadied her breath, her focus narrowing on the robed figure before her.
A sudden, intense shift in the atmosphere made her pause. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a brief moment, she felt the raw, suffocating power of Aether surging from somewhere on the battlefield. It was familiar, unmistakable.
'Morgan?'
The sensation was fleeting, but it left a weight in her chest.
Her opponent took advantage of her distraction, unleashing a barrage of glowing shards that shot through the air like crystalline arrows. Seline's eyes snapped back to the fight, and with a quick motion, she conjured a barrier of glittering crystal around herself. The shards shattered against it, filling the air with a shower of iridescent sparks.
