High above, the two Supremes collided, and the heavens themselves recoiled. Dunadan's frozen domain erupted outward in spiraling aurorae, blue and emerald light condensing into walls of ancient ice that lunged to bind the Hunter.
But Marc did not meet them alone.
With a single low snarl, the air around his body roared to life, and from it surged a menagerie of beasts woven from raw elemental force, each one a ghost of some legendary creature he had slain across the centuries. A tiger crackling with lightning, larger than a warship, its every step splitting the sky with thunder. A serpent of living flame that coiled through the air leaving molten trails behind it. A great eagle of howling wind whose wingbeats alone flattened everything beneath them. They were not summons in any ordinary sense — they were trophies, the souls of monsters he had hunted and bound to his will, now reborn as weapons.
The elemental pack hurled itself at Dunadan from every direction at once.
