[SE] see what you did there

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

Pew pew pew went Melita’s arrows, streamlining through the air, each elemental fixture one of radiant destruction – electricity piercing through a void viper’s skin as it hissed and fell from its tree. Fire waging war upon another’s head. Even ice, much less impactful, still froze the beast until she could put it out of its misery.

“Very nice,” she grinned, mostly for herself, before ensuring more fiery semblances made it into their corpses, and they could burn there, done and dusted. “We’ll keep going this way,” she nodded to Sila and Fangorn alike – the gourd only stopping midway through to nearly extend some vines out and play with the dead snakes – only leaving them alone when it became clear they’d be frying to a crisp. “And get rid of anything we see,” she added for effect, brows waggling at her companions.

She turned direction, intent on several trees nearby amidst the grove of seemingly endless flowers – figuring the little bastards would be cooped up in there too.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita