Elara
The root broke when Elara asked too much of it.
She felt the failure through her fingertips before she saw the thin strand pull free from the crack. A little dust fell into the gap. The stone above it settled with a dry click.
She released her flow.
"Off the edge," she said.
Aiden shifted his foot back. Liora took the next blow alone, turning the Regent's arm away from the place he had just left. The impact drove her sword hand close to her shoulder.
They needed that strip of floor. Without it, the approach Valeria had opened ended in a narrow position where both defenders would have to stand on the same failing stone.
Elara had seen healthy growth running through the wall and wanted it to do too much too quickly.
Wanting a better answer had not strengthened the root.
