The Gala descended into pure bedlam.
Chaos, slaughter, and death surrounded them.
Mana projectiles flew overhead, illuminating the night sky with flashes of brilliant light. Blades clashed, metal sparked, and spells wrought destruction across the clearing.
The ground and the trees crumbled under the relentless bombardment, while screams of agony and desperation filled the air.
Adam had initially believed that his barrier would buy him enough time to come up with an escape plan. He had reinforced it with multiple layers of interlocking formulas, confident that even a Transcendent would need time to break through it.
And he had been right. Unfortunately, there were enemies far stronger than Transcendents prowling the island tonight.
And one such enemy had finally taken notice of him and Genevieve.
Adam felt a chill run down his spine, the deaths of Channing and his family still fresh in his mind.
