Zaphyra walked out of the dark cave, the weight of command settling heavily on her shoulders. She stared at her Vice, and the three female mages standing rigidly behind him, their staves glowing faintly with spirit energy.
"Leader, what happened here?" Her second-in-command asked in confusion, his eyes darting toward the blood left in the earth.
Zaphyra stared at him, her expression a mask of hardened stone, then down at the scorched earth—the ashes and blood mixing into a grim paste on the ground: "Did you sense anything." She directed the question to the three mages.
"We checked the spirit energy." The oldest lady stepped forward, her eyes glowing with a faint, analytical blue light.
"We know it's a lightning skill, but apart from the spirit energy used to cast the lightning skill, there is no more trace of energy... I am guessing the one who killed them, used the lightning element." She said, her voice echoing in the quiet space.
