Emery's eyes widened in disbelief.
Vayarel was only supposed to block the dark elf's escape with his spatial barrier from a distance. Instead, the Grand Magus had thrown himself directly into Talaro's grasp, locking the dark elf in place with sheer will.
KABOOOM!
A tidal wave of cosmic flame erupted, swallowing everything in a storm of heat and sound. The blast was far greater than Emery had anticipated—an inferno so intense the very air shimmered and cracked. Even wrapped in the might of his primal form, he felt the heat biting into his skin, the pressure crushing against his chest. If it could sear him, then Vayarel and Talaro had surely been obliterated.
The flames raged for several long seconds before a single silhouette emerged—hovering, faint, and wavering.
Vayarel.
