Cielius and Sebas dashed forward. They were ready to throw themselves in harm's way for Lucien. In that moment, they were prepared to die just to protect him.
But Lucien had already sensed their intent.
"Back out! I have a plan!" he shouted.
The two froze instantly. Their hearts pounded like war drums. They trusted him... of course they did... but the weight of the incoming spell made their nerves quake.
The spell roared across the battlefield. Its sheer intensity forced them to brace themselves yet they stood firm... eyes locked on Lucien.
At that moment, Lucien raised his left hand.
The black glove shimmered. The runes etched along its surface ignited as divine energy surged through it. Space itself seemed to twist and before his palm, a tiny black hole bloomed...
Hungry. Silent. Ready to devour what was coming.
The Mantle of Infinite also unfurled. It cloaked him in a soothing, protective aura.
