This power… was not something a Tier 5 could wield. Let alone someone below that. Yet somehow, impossibly, Lilla was doing it.
Then, with a sudden burst of pressure, space itself cracked on either side of her with two small rifts tearing open with a sound like shattering glass.
From within those fractures, massive silver hands emerged. Thick, plated fingers grasped at the edges of reality and pulled, widening the rifts just enough to allow their forms to squeeze through.
Two towering warriors stepped into the world, clad in ornate silver armor that radiated divine light. Their horns curled like crowns, and silver roses were carved into every inch of their armor.
Massive and powerful, they were minotaurs, otherworldly beings summoned from the realm of the Goddess herself, Tier 4 Middle-Class War Spirits of the Lady in White.
"Go..." Lilla whispered, her voice barely audible, her body swaying from the strain. Her face had gone pale, her energy nearly depleted.
