The air in the Steele manor gardens, usually serene and fragrant, now crackled with a terrifying amalgamation of energies: the pure, golden light of Saintess Ceanna, the biting, arctic chill of Sect Mistress Meng Yao's Martial King aura, the raw, untamed arcane force thrumming around Professor Maelis, and opposing them, the noxious pestilence of one Archdemon, the disorienting nightmare-fuel of another, and the cold, calculating spatial distortions emanating from the corrupted Principal Bartolmew.
"Three against three," Bartolmew rasped, his black eyes sweeping over the human women. He recognized Maelis instantly. 'Formidable. Her Magic Martial Arts were always a direct, brutal counter to conventional casters. And her power… it feels even more refined than before.' He also noted Ceanna, a beacon of holy light, and Meng Yao, radiating an unfamiliar but undeniably potent Martial King aura. 'Steele has gathered strong allies indeed.'
