Marie twisted her body before Longinus shone with golden light. "Purging Lance!"
The spear's tip blazed, then a pillar of golden-white fire shot down its length, lancing through the roots with explosive force. The light did not merely burn, but it devoured whatever it touched, leading to the roots crumbling into ashes and glowing dust.
In the blazing aftershock, the gap behind them was briefly clear.
Then Joseph bent his knees, then released, and a slicing wind curved around the group, scooping them up and hurling them forward like leaves in a hurricane. For a split second, they were airborne, their limbs flailing as the ground blurred beneath them.
The wind also served to clear the air of the choking dust left by Marie's attack. But more importantly, it gave them precious meters of distance before the next wave of roots could react.
But the roots did not give up.
