Vaen raised a hand, and the light around him brightened. The orbs in the chamber flared, the walls shining with radiant energy.
"I won't submit to traitors."
Maren rolled her eyes. "You say that like we're supposed to applaud you. You don't have a choice Vaen."
Kant adjusted his gloves, eyes gleaming behind his mask. "His light is holding, Aurelius. It's taking longer than expected."
"Of course it is." Aurelius said with a nod. "He's Rank 9. His soul's woven into the very essence of his powers. It'll take longer for the Shard's silence to smother him… but it will."
Vaen didn't wait for their pity. He moved, as fast as light.
Beams of pure radiance exploded from the floor, slicing towards the three Elders.
Kant stepped back, letting shadows swallow him. Maren threw up a shield, her powers manifesting as probability dampening energy that refracted the light away from her.
Aurelius raised one hand, and time warped.
