The air in the Mythlorien Forest was thick with the scent of churned earth and the metallic stench of monster blood.
Lohan, firmly attached to Lisa's back like a layer of obsidian and neon blue, kept his sensors active, sensing the position of each of the eight evolved Kobolds surrounding them.
Even without an elite leader to command them, they were still clever enough to flank the white fox at strategic intervals they found in battle.
"They're getting impatient, Lisa. At three and nine o'clock… imminent charge," Lohan transmitted through the mental link, his voice now deeper and more serious.
Lisa growled, her front paws digging furrows into the damp earth as the white-gold Spiritual Fire began to lick the air around her. "Ready. Let's test that gift the Elite left us."
Lohan focused on her core.
