The battle between Blackie and Marcellus had reached a fever pitch, the clash of their powers echoing through the ruins of the city. Amidst the chaos, Aria and Eldric made their move, deciding it was time to join the fray and tip the scales in their favor.
Aria, known for her unique supporting abilities, stepped forward with a focused and serene expression. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, embodying the calm before the storm.
She closed her eyes, entering a state of deep concentration, and began to chant. Her voice, soft and melodious, seemed to weave a spell in the air, her words floating like leaves on a gentle breeze.
As she chanted, a soft, ethereal light began to emanate from her outstretched hands. The light, a visible manifestation of her power, glowed with a warm, inviting hue. It swirled in the air, moving towards Eldric and Marcellus like a gentle tide.