It was the worst possible environment to be ambushed in, especially by enemies that seemed experienced; being left completely open in the clear field without any obstacles, while the enemies possessed complete ambiguity.
Arrows kept coming from different directions, some coming at different angles at the same time, confirming it wasn't a single enemy lurking by the trees.
'—This is a gamble, but I have to do it!' She decided.
Before the next set of arrows came, she lifted her staff high as an emerald glow emitted, causing the surrounding soil to ripple:
"Blossoming Spring of The Forest God!"
Flooding through the soil like a breath of solar life, the enrichening mana of the archmage penetrated the ground, embedding a radiance of vigor through it.