The clearing was drenched in blood and Aura.
At the center, a fruit pulsed with blinding light, growing from a crystalline formation that jutted from the earth like a spear of pure energy.
The fruit itself was the size of a human head, its surface shifting between translucent white and deep violet with each pulse, veins of concentrated Aura running through it.
Around it, B+ rank elves stood in perfect formation.
Sword bearers formed the front line, their blades moving in synchronized patterns, each strike flowing into the next like water. When one elf stepped forward to cut down a charging beast, another filled the gap instantly, maintaining an unbroken wall of steel.
Behind them, archers stood in rows, their bows humming with power.
FWOOOSH FWOOOSH FWOOOSH
Aura arrows materialized on their strings, glowing the same silver-white as their weapons.
The arrows flew in waves, each volley timed perfectly to cover the sword bearers' movements.
