The cosmic figure tilted its head, the starry void within its hood seeming to focus on Seraphina with calculating interest. It raised both bandaged hands, channeling power into the hex circles.
Overhead, Katrina's struggle against the hex intensified. The vines sensed her weakened state and redirected, dozens of thorned tendrils lashing upward toward her position. She attempted to conjure an ice shield, but the hex drained her power too quickly.
"Who's the newcomer?" a sharp, feminine voice cut through the chaos. A blur of motion streaked through the warehouse doors—a woman with short black hair, her form nearly invisible with speed.
"External threat! Unknown origin!" Seraphina called back, recognizing the voice without turning. "Angelica, careful of the hex circles!"
