"Elion!"
Aeron's voice cut through the raging wind as the shockwave still rolled across the atmosphere around them.
Elion didn't turn to look at him, though. His eyes stayed locked on the demon, but he answered.
"It's some kind of berserker skill!" he shouted back over the noise.
He wasn't sure if this worked the same way, but as far as he knew, berserker skills always traded something in for a temporary burst of power.
"That rise in level… It has to be trading something for a burst of power!"
The aura kept surging, and the pressure kept rising.
"We attack now!" Elion barked. "Before it recovers completely!"
He looked back toward Maya, who was holding tightly onto her staff to brace herself.
"Maya... try firing a spell!"
Maya nodded, not wasting any time; she planted her feet into the ground as mana gathered around her staff, sparks of lightning crackling alongside flickers of flame as she began to conjure her attack.
'Wait… is that a layered spell?'
