Alpha Atlas
Within every blade of grass, every stalk and tree, there was a wellspring of water.
I pulled from the earth, from the soul moist from last night's rain. Just as the rogue lunged for my face, I spun on my heel, sending a thin whip-like strand of water directly at its exposed neck. I could see the unchewed chunks of whatever the rogue had previously killed as it's throat split open, coating rust colored fur in crimson blood.
The shimmering web of spirit magic over the rogue dissolved, revealing it's musky, rotten scent.
Sikat na Kabanata