Crisis (4)

The battlefield was chaos incarnate. Tentacles lashed out with crushing force, shattering platforms and sending waves surging over the makeshift battlefield. The adventurers and knights fought valiantly, rallying under Lucavion's sharp commands as he led them with ruthless precision. His blade burned with the dark energy of [Flame of Equinox], every strike slicing cleanly through the Kraken's monstrous appendages. 

Elara stood amidst the fray, her staff glowing faintly with frost magic. Her limbs felt heavy, her breath labored, and yet—somehow—she kept moving, kept casting. She planted her feet firmly on the icy ground, drawing on reserves of mana that shouldn't have been there. 

'This isn't right,' she thought, her chest tightening as another spell surged through her. 

「Glacial Shard Volley」 (3-star spell)