Raiden stood there feeling worried.
He wanted to help. He wanted to fight. But he couldn't risk dropping Woolie, not when the little sheep was still so vulnerable. And even if he did join the fight, what could he do against Diamond-Tier beasts? He was strong, but not that strong.
Aria stood beside him, her hands glowing with golden-white energy. The wind around her swirled violently, responding to her emotions.
"Raiden," she said quietly. "Let me help."
Before he could respond, she raised her hands.
The ancestral knowledge Valcoric had given her flooded through her mind, and she began to chant in a language that sounded like wind passing through ancient trees. The air around her responded immediately, forming into blades, shields, and spears made entirely of compressed wind.
She sent them flying toward the Diamond-Tier beasts.
