The Powerful Trio

Safa, Simyon, and Liam stood alone, surrounded by a tornado of dirt and debris. The magical wind barrier that had been protecting them wouldn't last forever, and they needed to decide what to do before it faded entirely.

"Alright, so great talk with Raze and all, but now that he's gone, as soon as this wind barrier disappears, we're going to get hit by another one of those exploding head attacks," Liam said, his eyes scanning the battlefield. "How far until we reach him?"

"I'm not sure," Safa answered, pressing her fingers to her temple as she focused. She took a few careful steps forward, trying to sense their target's location. "But if I'm being honest, the wind magic will end before I can pinpoint his exact position."

The battlefield was enormous, chaotic. Every time Safa thought she was going in the right direction, the fight shifted, making their path unclear. It was a battle, after all—there was no guarantee their opponent would remain in one place.