CROAKKK!!
The monstrous Blighttoad leapt at Emery, a mountain of grotesque flesh and muscle propelled by unnatural strength.
In response, Emery's three golden constructs moved in perfect formation, slamming their bodies into place and forming an unyielding wall before him. Thick metallic arms locked together, their combined mass creating a formidable defense line.
Without hesitation, Emery unleashed his power. With a surge of will, his body transformed—Twilight Form, and the full breadth of his [Elysian Roots] exploded outward, weaving into a massive, towering wall of living nature between himself and the beast.
The female barbarian perched atop the Blighttoad barked a laugh upon seeing this.
"Hah! A Fey? Even better!" Her eyes gleamed hungrily. "You'll make a delicious feast for my children!"
