Elder Cultivator

“Grrrr…” Aconite grumbled as Zaur turned into a form that seemed to be mostly made of light. That could negate more than half of the poisons she’d painstakingly chosen! Not all of them, obviously. Some of them reacted directly with energy. If she’d known this would be the result, though, she could have created some pretty impressive results.

But she’d done her part, and she recognized Chidi’s work with that leg. Though it wasn’t like there was anyone else who could have cut off Zaur’s actual leg from hundreds of lightyears away. What was even happening over there?

This Domination cultivator being made of light was a problem, but not her problem. Her problem was these incoming ships. Metal and stone. They’d of course heard about the war in the lower realms, but they hadn’t put as much consideration into countering them as the Citadel of Exalted Light.

The stone was… actually, Spike should probably handle that. Aconite’s parents had been blasted into space by a previous attack, so that was a good time for them to get away from Zaur and let people with the right sort of attacks focus on him.

Aconite howled, clearly declaring her intent- to those who knew how to speak wolf. That should not include the incoming sects, even if the Citadel’s spies might have. “Great wolves! Draw your focus on the vessels of metal and stone!”

Now, one might have thought that Aconite would be a terrible match against these people, and she would understand where people were coming from and respectfully disagree, for multiple reasons. First, with the way they moved around the parts of their ships it would actually be fairly easy to slip poisons into their contained systems. Second, Aconite had a quite liberal definition of poisons. There were some things she carried that weren’t what people would normally consider poisons. But they were substances that she could use to make people feel very bad, so poison was correct.

Or in this case, it didn’t work on people at all. Except the ones with prosthetic limbs. There was a reason she wasn’t allowed to keep this stuff on her most of the time. War was an exception.

Wolves weren’t made to fly, but they weren’t any worse at it than humans. Once you got into space, it literally just took pushing yourself with energy. Aconite picked out a good ships and clawed it as she rushed by. She didn’t use the good stuff, but if the part she touched ever reached the inside of the ships it would react splendidly with their internal air supplies.

Shards of metal and hurling chunks of stone flew towards her, but Aconite didn’t remain in any one place. It was never her style to get locked down in a brawl with anything. She scratched up a few ships, appearing to cause no real damage, and then she spotted the big one.