Elisse crouched in the underbrush, her fingers weaving through the air as she whispered a soft incantation.
She took a deep breath and the faint golden glow of her magic shimmered around her hands, pulsing in rhythm with the divine energy she was summoning.
Though she was positioned far from the battlefield, she was anything but passive.
Her role was just as crucial — she was the lifeline of the party.
From her vantage point, she could see that the poison Zayn had stabbed into the monster was working.
The beast's thick, rubbery flesh was reacting, small patches sizzling and bubbling as the toxic substance spread.
But despite the damage, the creature wasn't going down easily.
Its massive tentacle-like limbs flailed violently, striking anything within reach.
And Zayn — Zayn was right in its path.
Her heart clenched as she saw one of the monster's limbs lash out toward him.
