Selene and Raelar pressed their advantage against the other five Summoners, who were visibly exhausted from their previous confrontation with Lucien.
Selene, with a fierce smile on her face, observed the water that had accumulated on the floor during the fight. Her eyes sparkled with a sudden idea. With a fluid gesture of her hand, she and her frog created more water, flooding the floor up to their ankles.
The liquid reflected the refracted lights in the ice shards around the room, creating an almost hypnotic effect. The other Summoners looked on warily, aware that Selene rarely acted without a hidden purpose.
"What are you plotting, Selene?" Mordred growled, his eyes narrowed with suspicion, while he commanded his magic and his frog. 'That girl was just like Lucien,' he thought. Years of experience had taught him to fear the young female Summoner's unpredictable strategies.