My Blood Wizard System
Seras is a sunrise with fists, she punches straight through three soldiers at once, armor blazing so hot their armor melts off them mid-scream.
Lucian is the storm itself, wings wide enough to blot out the citadel’s shadow, lightning chaining from soldier to soldier until the sky smells like burnt ozone and terror.
Kayo opens nine portals at once and steps out of all of them, tails lashing, foxfire blades carving soldiers into confetti.
Rowan stands on the roof of our dorm, book open, speaking one calm sentence in a language that makes reality hiccup.
Half the Sky battalion suddenly forgets how wings work and falls screaming into the void.