My aura ignited, no longer restrained by fear or doubt.
My mana screamed from me like a supernova.
My primordial wrath surged into the heavens, turning the very air into a furnace.
They wanted the Devil?
Then so be it.
I'll give them a front-row seat to Armageddon.
I dropped from the sky in a single, controlled descent and landed beside my girls. Lyra nearly collapsed the moment we landed. She didn't speak, didn't whimper, just gave me a tired nod and a trembling smile through bloodied lips.
I caught her gently, then turned to Seraphiel. "She's yours. Heal her, please."
Seraphiel was already reaching for her bow, already in the middle of transforming it into a staff and calling on divine energy, but she hesitated for a moment as she looked at Lyra's scorched, beaten frame. But then, she shook her head and refocused, ready to heal her friend who was about to fall.
"You girls need to hang in there. Just a few more seconds. I'll flip the board."
