Little Star
Eiattu
Vera's breath hitched as the battlefield shifted again, the oppressive wave of darkness rolling out from Malum's position and consuming the space like a living entity. The mist, thick and inky, was suffocating in its presence. Through it, she felt the tension of the battle sharpen, her senses alive with the magnitude of power being unleashed by both Sith and Jedi alike.
Her father's words cut through the gloom like a blade.
"Waves of Darkness. Spear of Midnight."
She clenched her fists, forcing herself to focus despite the awe bubbling within her. Malum's mastery of sorcery was staggering, and Kahlil's counter was nothing short of breathtaking. The golden runes across the ground lit up in defiance of the darkness, the spears of light erupting to meet their shadowy counterparts. Each clash sent ripples through the Force, the air humming with raw power.
Vera raised her hands, her defensive runes flaring around her father like a shield. The purple symbols swirled and converged, creating shimmering barriers that intercepted any dark spears that she could. The energy from her runes pulsed outward, reinforcing the radiant light Kahlil had conjured and pushing back the encroaching gloom.
Her eyes flicked between the two towering figures before her — Malum, a commanding presence wrapped in the malice of the dark side, and her father, steadfast and resolute, wielding the Force with precision and grace. She couldn't help but feel a mix of amazement and pride. This was the depth of power she aspired to understand, not to conquer others, but to protect those she loved.
As her father formed the intricate hand symbols for Sutta Chwituskak, Vera's lips parted in awe. She recognized the beginnings of a spell she had only read about in his research. But as Kahlil ignited pure flame, twisting the Sith sorcery into something uniquely his own, her amazement grew tenfold. The sphere of radiant fire expanded outward, consuming the darkness and leaving a brilliant void in its wake.
Vera couldn't suppress a grin, even in the midst of the chaos. He's incredible.
"Dad," she called out, her voice steady despite the adrenaline rushing through her veins.
She turned her focus back to the golems. With a swift gesture, the runes around their cores blazed to life, the massive constructs moving with renewed speed and precision. They raised their blades, timing their movements with Kahlil's attack. The light of his spell reflected off their stone surfaces, and as they charged toward Malum, Vera guided their strikes with the Force, aiming to keep the Sith's focus divided.