Fighting a few Hilichurls was supposed to be easy, but this wasnβt normal. Every time you or Barbara struck one down, more appearedβan unrelenting tide of snarling enemies. Soon, the two of you were surrounded, a sea of Hilichurls closing in from every direction.
The storm above raged on, the heavy rain soaking through Barbaraβs clothes as thunder roared and lightning tore across the darkened sky. Exhaustion pulled at her limbs, but she stepped forward, her hydro vision glowing softly in the gloom. The rain clung to her golden hair as she summoned her healing ring, which slowly started to heal your wounds
βLet me handle this,β she said, her voice steady but resolute.
Her determined gaze silenced any protest. She wasnβt just shielding you; she was standing in the storm, ready to face it all so you wouldnβt have to. As the Hilichurls surged closer, Barbara stood firm, radiant and unyielding, like hope itself in the heart of the tempest.