“You’re seriously talking about torturing the Last Necromancer?” I growled. “You’re crossing the line from fear and protection into fanaticism. You’re gonna fucking create all that you’re afraid of if you’re not careful.”
“Winter will come for you. When he does, his family will react and try to keep him here, out of Ruxnoth’s clutches—thanks for the intel about what’s really happening there, by the way. That only strengthens what we need to do,” Hale said. “It’ll demand massive power from Sylas, given the necromancers working alongside that True Celestial. At that point, we’ll take them both and do what’s needed for us all.”
Fuck.They weren’t hearing us. It just… went too damn deep with them.
And maybe us saying anything wasn’t gonna dent things anyway, and never could.
It was Win. He was needed.
The one they were so fucking terrified of… seeing him as a person, seeing the real him.
They both called their power. Raquel signaled the army behind them.
And then Evira was grunting as they mass-fired streams of magic at the ice wall.
The vampires and wolves lunged at it, denting it with a combination of supernatural speed and power. Slamming, slamming, slamming.
“How long can you maintain it?” Vaxan asked her.
His voice sounded… weaker.
A shudder went through me when I saw his black thorn crown losing its magical luster. The Sunveil shield was almost out of juice. He’d been battling and using his power way too much right in the morning sun.
“A few minutes,” Evira answered.
“Channel me,” I offered. “Vax is waning because of the sun, so it can only be me.”
Vax shook his head. “Then all three of us will be weakened, just to hold up a shield, while the enemy will still be functional, the battle not yet won.”
“Go,” Evira told us. “Teleport out.”
“No. Not happening,” I kind of snapped. “We’re not leaving you here to be taken, to be hurt by them.”
“Zayn—”
I eyed Vax. “Where the fuck is Vorzyr? You called for help, right?”
“I had to leave a message. Given everything happening, those within that particular circle are taxed, to say the least.”
“Then what the—”
Red lightning lit up the sky.
That was the color of Vorzyr’s magic. So he’d made it after all?
Hold up.
Since when could he do the whole lightning thing with his power? I mean, I didn’t know the whole deal there, he did have those additional special abilities—Command of Beasts and the one that could push back Celestial power. But that wasn’t this lightning.
The lightning started sputtering, weakening.
What the shit was happening?
Rays of it shot down from the sky, forming a red glow.
The moment it hit the ground, it sent out a small shockwave just shy of touching the hostiles.
Then the glow dissipated.
