Davi's broken arm trembled under the crushing weight of the axe, blood dripping down his shoulder as steel bit into flesh.
However, his grin was defiant, even through the agony. And with the little energy he had left, Davi held his father in place by holding his weapon.
Then, with a roar, he drove his foot into Norman's chest, and the world exploded in light.
A torrent of plasma surged outward, a blazing column that swallowed the battlefield whole. The air howled, the earth cracked, and the blast seared sky and stone alike.
But Norman… smiled.
He had been waiting for this. He wasn't sure how, but he knew his son would have something hidden up his sleeve, one last desperate attack.
But once Davi committed to the strike, slipping away with teleportation was no longer an option. Not only were his mana reserves depleted, but attempting to cast two abilities at once was nearly impossible.
