Sam's fists clenched tighter.
He could feel their auras now, each of them had grown exponentially stronger.
Lucien's lightning split the air with every breath he took, arcs of blue and green energy crawling across his body like living veins, touching the ground and tearing the space between them.
Grok's muscles bulged, steam rising from his skin as his veins glowed crimson like molten metal about to burst.
Damon's ancient book floated before him, its pages turning on their own, flipping faster and faster, covered in golden runes that glimmered with unholy light.
Seris's halo shone like the sun itself, her small frame trembling beneath the divine radiance pouring from her, her expression no longer uncertain but resolute.
Maeva's glass halo refracted every bit of light around her, scattering illusions through the air.
Levi's halo, shaped like a great eye, opened completely, its pupil spinning in slow, dreadful rotation like the eye of judgment itself.
And then there was Olivia.
