The sound of a god dying is loud.
When Revas bit into the Great Spire, it was more than just teeth on stone. It was a break in reality itself. The crystal, which had served as the Divine's conduit for a thousand years, screamed.
It was a high-pitched, resonant wail that shattered every window in the cathedral.
Theon was thrown backward by the shockwave. Fiona fell to her knees, covering her ears as blood trickled from her nose.
Revas didn't let go. His jaw was locked onto the glowing crystal pillar. His throat worked as he swallowed.
Gulp.
Visible pulses of bright yellow light flowed out of the Spire and into his mouth. Each time he swallowed, the Spire became dimmer. The hum of the Aegis shield above started to weaken.
Revas pulled away. He ripped a huge piece of crystal loose with a sharp crack. He chewed it, bits of sacred stone crunching in his mouth.
"Dry," Revas roared, his voice amplified by the raw power he was consuming.
