"Edison, quickly move to block that!" Matson commanded, his gaze fixated on Desmond, who stood nearby. The colossal wave before them had already thawed, cascading onto the ground, while sharp earth spikes raced towards them with alarming speed.
*Boom* *Boom*
With each earth spike bursting through the surface, the ground quivered, sending small clouds of dirt swirling into the air. The meadow seemed severed, its tranquility shattered by the menacing spikes, motionless yet menacing.
"Damn it, at least ask for help," Edison grumbled, but he fell silent under Matson's piercing glare. Beads of sweat formed on Edison's brow as he channeled energy into his hand, softly reciting an incantation.