Logi stretched before cracking his knuckles. "Stand back."
Isadora took a step back, giving enough space for whatever he was about to do.
Logi released a sharp exhale, closing his eyes. When he opened them, there was a glimmer in his green eyes.
Green weaves bloomed from his palm, glowing brightly and casting light across the space. The weaves wriggled gracefully to his fingertips.
Isadora observed in wonder as the weave sank into the earth, causing the ground beneath them to quiver.
"Hold on tight," Logi instructed.
Isadora yelped as the force plunged her forward to her knees. In ragged breaths, she turned her head, and her eyes went wide when she noticed they were suspended in mid-air, with the vines holding the platform underneath.
Logi's teeth gritted, his features beaded in sweat. The strain from the intense use of his aura grasped his body in cold chills.
