The entrance to the white chamber had been completely destroyed.
Snow stepped through the opening he had created, his boots crunching against fragments of the shattered walls. The violet flames that had appeared around his hand were already gone, leaving no visible trace of the extraordinary power he had awakened.
Uriel followed a few steps behind him, occasionally glancing at the wreckage.
For several days, they had exhausted themselves trying to damage that chamber. Snow had unleashed attacks powerful enough to shake the entire homeland of the Lightbearers, while Uriel had pushed her healing abilities beyond their limits to keep him fighting.
Yet none of those efforts had accomplished anything.
And now, with a single movement of his hand, Snow had destroyed the supposedly indestructible structure.
Uriel wanted to ask him how he had done it, but every time she looked at his face, the question died on her lips.
Something was terribly wrong with him.
