From Marcus's hidden vantage point, the pink mist released by the eight Vixen Spirits looked like a tightening web, slowly closing in around the woman in white.
Encased within the vibrant green barrier created by her bamboo staff, she remained clearly visible even as the peach-colored haze thickened around her. The contrast was striking. She stood there like a solitary emerald orchid blooming in the middle of a sea of pink, calm and unmoving despite the chaos pressing in from every direction.
Whenever the mist touched the verdant glow of the staff's barrier, it dissolved instantly, fading away as if burned by sunlight.
It was obvious that the staff's green energy perfectly countered the necrotic nature of the vixens' mist.
The battle itself had already reached a feverish intensity.
