Pursuit in Astellian Capital

Lyan stood still before the captured figure bound in roots, his mind calculating the next step. He heard the hurried footsteps in the distance, and the distinct presence of someone fleeing — the leader, undoubtedly. The figure was moving fast, and Lyan could tell they were attempting to escape beyond reach. A small smile tugged at his lips, and he closed his eyes, focusing inwardly. He reached out to the spirit within him.

(Griselda, I'm borrowing your strength.)

The air around Lyan began to crackle, tiny sparks of electricity forming in the space between his fingers. A surge of lightning enveloped his body, blue streaks wrapping around his limbs and dancing over his skin. His hair rose slightly from the electric charge, and he felt his senses heighten. He could feel Griselda's fierce spirit igniting within him, and her voice, sharp and confident, filled his mind.

(Don't let the bastard go, Lyan!) (Griselda)