C154 Breed Weak

Kalel swings his hand in the air as if he was drawing, and all of a sudden, an entrancing green light swallowed the space around him, reflecting runes that held a curious light as his eyes. The ground moved like a blanket and swooped his group behind him. He hears a woman's scream, "Mikael! Haren! Their heads-"

"Calm down, Amara