I raised the plant in my hands and began to chant the spell I had read in the ancient manuscripts, the one Sidra had discovered. The words echoed in the air, and the silver plant shone with a pure moonlight-like light. I closed my eyes, and allowed the energy of the plant to flow through me. I felt it unite with my own power, with the wind, fire, and elements I controlled.
When I opened my eyes again, I unleashed a wave of silver energy towards the werewolves. The light shone like a star in the night, and the werewolves began to scream and gradually disappear, as if they were evaporating into thin air. Even the huge leader began to stagger, trying to resist the plant’s influence, but he was unable to survive. He collapsed to the ground, his red eyes slowly extinguishing.
There was sile
