"They cause chaos… destroying everything," Analisa hissed, her eyes burning down at him as the fiery circle pressed closer.
Cassian's body jerked violently as the crackling lightning intensified, arcs snapping through his hair, his veins glowing faintly under his skin. The moment the two elements overlapped, small explosions rippled across his body—tiny bursts of raw destruction chewing through flesh and muscle, erasing cells into nothing. Not even ash remained; only flickers of pure energy danced where pieces of him once were.
If he were a normal man, his organs would have long since turned to sludge, his lungs collapsed, his heart stopped. Only his brain might still sputter faintly, trapped in a body already ruined. But Cassian wasn't normal. As a Circle Warrior, his endurance held him in that razor-thin space between life and death, nerves screaming though his pain immunity blunted it into a suffocating haze. His body was breaking, but still—his damn smirk clung to his lips.
