Wymar was watching Jolthar launch himself again at that creature. He could sense the creature's quick reflexes. No matter from which side Jolthar attacked, it reacted faster and even launched straight blows at Jolthar.
Wymar was breathing harder; his injuries from his battle had not healed. But he had no choice. He had to fight; he had to stop this thing from moving any closer to the county or the lands further.
Wymar took a sharp breath and sprang into action, his hands moving in a blur as he formed intricate signs in the air, weaving together raw elements with expert precision.
The sky above darkened for a brief moment as the crackling sound of energy intensified around him.
With a sudden clap, a jagged bolt of lightning erupted from his fingertips, illuminating the battlefield in a blinding flash. But he wasn't done—his other hand moved swiftly.
