Lisa kept drumming her shield, the rhythm growing sharper and louder—an open challenge to every creature lurking in the crimson dust.
She wasn't just provoking them; she was controlling the battlefield, dictating the terms of their attack. If too many came, she could always fly which she left as her last resort. But for now, she wanted to stand her ground.
The spear in her hand radiated with raw, divine energy. Just holding it gave her clarity and strength, as if the weapon itself was feeding her the light spirit's will.
She could feel one skill pulsing at her fingertips: Holy Light—a focused beam of searing radiance. And beyond that, a steady passive buff to her attack and reflexes, likely gifted by the spirits to withstand the trial. It was a temporary blessing, Lisa felt, one she needed to take full advantage of before it vanished.
