Willow charged headfirst into the storm of stone.
Her feet pounded the ground, heart thundering as she threw herself at the five earth soldiers without a shred of hesitation. The first one raised its arm to strike—she slid under it and slammed her fist into its core. The impact echoed… but it didn't even flinch.
The second came swinging. She jumped back, then launched a sharp earth spike from the ground beneath it—only for the soldier to crush it underfoot like it was nothing.
Then came the third.
And the fourth.
And the fifth.
It didn't take long for the battlefield to turn against her.
Their movements were too precise. Too fast. They weren't bound by fatigue. They didn't make mistakes. They were like a wall of magic and muscle, and no matter how hard Willow hit, they just kept coming.
