The battlefield had become a laboratory of divine violence, a place where the laws of magic were being rewritten in real time by the sheer will of the five warriors.
The second miracle of their synergy: The absolute necessity of containment birthed the second miracle of their synergy. from the absolute necessity of containment. A stampede of corrupted Behemoths, monstrous, mountain-sized entities of muscle and shadow, thundered toward the party, their footsteps shaking the very foundations of the plateau.
Octavia moved with a predatory grace, her eyes glowing with a deep, oceanic light.
"Tidal Fortress!" she roared.
With a violent sweep of her arms, she didn't just summon water; she commanded the very moisture in the air to coalesce into a massive, swirling dome of high-pressure seawater.
