Might Of A Demon

The bellowing waves of Abyssal Energy and Mana pushed against the Barons. Some held onto their accessories to prevent them from flying off, and some even shielded their eyes. 

The explosion didn't calm, it suddenly ended. Vanishing without a trace. Travis looked about with his [Truth: Revealing], but could not spot Rue anywhere.

A hand suddenly broke from the ground. A puddle of gray energy dripping off of this hand. Rue gripped the floor and pushed herself back up. Pulling her glaive out of the puddle she placed it upon her shoulders, "Next!"

Travis heaved a sigh of relief. Averoth laughed, "Told you didn't I? This one's not simple. An incredible mental fortitude, and an even greater fighting sense. Although. . . her technique feels off."

"Off how?"