Harbinger's POV:
Suddenly, a burst of light caught my eye. Andrew, one of Gaius's companions, was wielding a staff that glowed with an intense, bright energy. He swung it with precision, cutting through the enchanted branches and roots with ease. The light seemed to repel the forest spirits, creating a protective barrier around the group.
My eyes were narrowed, my anger flaring even hotter. They dared to wield such power against me? My voice rose in another chant, calling upon darker, more ancient spirits to bolster my control. The ground shook harder, and the trees' movements became even more aggressive. I wouldn't let a simple light undo my hard work.
But Andrew’s staff was formidable. It pulsed with a rhythm that disrupted my spells, and I could feel the strain of maintaining control
