Brita stared at the majestic creature, her initial shock slowly giving way to a steely resolve. She regained her composure, her emerald eyes narrowing, focusing on Alaric.
'So he has a spiritual beast,' she thought, a hint of disdain in her voice. 'Impressive, I'll give him that. But a mere beast cannot stand against the power bestowed upon me by Lord Vortan.'
She clutched her staff tighter, the obsidian gem pulsing with dark energy. She was confident that her master's gift would ultimately prevail.
"Very well, masked mage," she said, her voice regaining its usual confident tone, though a slight tremor betrayed her inner unease.
"You've shown me your little pet. Now, allow me to show you the true power of the shadows."