Fingers digging into the ground, leaving behind molten lava and glass, raising one arm defensively, it soon flew through the air, knocked out of the way by a rocky staff, the bloody sword rose again.
Saying that Rosemary was in a perilous situation would be cutting it too nicely, her zone was at a constant risk of falling apart, she could no longer wrestle against Unacunerra for more influence, too busy making sure the fiery zone did not fall apart, the mana being corrupted by Ridfoirn's, the minor lord's mana aspect was special, the mana it touched was better destroyed rather than taken control of, one took the risk of having their own mana touched by the decay, with the royal guard's zone helping his, Rosemary could not take the time, or be precise enough to deal with it properly.