'Arthur, miasma!' Luna's warning came just in time. I grabbed Rose, pulling her tightly against me as I summoned Erebus's power from the depths of my connection with the Lich.
Crimson bones materialized around us, forming a protective cage as I channeled Deepdark through the structure. The Bone Armour sealed us in a dome of calcified plates interwoven with shadows that absorbed light and energy alike.
BOOM!
A concussive force rocked our shelter as an ice-infused miasma blast crashed against the barrier. The corrupted energy skittered across the surface of the Bone Armour like oil on water, unable to penetrate the Deepdark reinforcement.
'Three Priests,' Luna reported clinically, her awareness extending beyond our physical shelter. 'Two at low Integration-rank, one at mid Integration-rank.'
I looked down at Rose, still held protectively in my arms. Her eyes were wide but focused, already analyzing the situation with the cool precision that characterized her approach to danger.
