AMBER POV
The earth witch was beginning her attack.
Her roots coiled tighter around the mass of black smoke, their jagged edges pressing in, squeezing, trying to force her out. The stone beneath us cracked as more tendrils surged upward, wrapping, constricting, fighting to contain the monster lurking within.
Francine.
That *hell b***h*.
I could hear the grinding pressure of the roots, the low groan of the earth responding to my call, but then—
Laughter.
Sharp, cruel, echoing through the ruined hall.
*"Is that all you’ve got?"* Francine’s voice slithered out of the smoke, mocking, dripping with venom. *"Did you really think a few pathetic roots could hold me?"*
The darkness swirled violently, shifting between solid and vapor, and I saw a shadowy figure inside—the ou
