The floor beneath Kael's feet cracked with a dry thud, like glass shattering under the weight of a silent but visible fury. The hall shook, not with thunder, but with a strange wail, a groan of rage that vibrated in every stone, in every stacked bone. Everything seemed as if it would just explode.
Augur saw Kael fragment into thousands of splinters of black and gold light, like an eclipse tearing through the sky. The runes on his body burned brightly, impossible glyphs appearing and writhing, as if an ancient pact was being broken before the prophet's eyes.
Fear, something Augur hadn't felt for decades, dug into his chest, freezing his breath for an instant.
"Do you really think you can defeat me, blinded by your rage?" his voice came out shaky, the hand that held Sylphie's core trembling almost out of control.
Kael disappeared in a dark breath.
The impact came without warning.
