บท 1200: Blood, Metal and Magic

With a serene smile adorning her lips, Tasya faced the incoming army, her staff held aloft and mana swirling around its gems like dancing fireflies. As the energy coalesced, a sense of anticipation filled the air, mingling with the charged atmosphere of impending conflict.

"Let's reduce the players a bit," she remarked with a calm confidence, her words carrying a hint of playful determination. With a gentle yet purposeful motion, she began to channel her magic, drawing upon the celestial energies that flowed through the very fabric of the world.

As the mana gathered at the gems of her staff, Tasya closed her eyes for a brief moment, centering herself and focusing her concentration. With each passing second, the power within her grew, pulsating with an otherworldly intensity that seemed to echo the rhythm of the earth itself.