The lightning kept hammering into her, and the world around the crater stopped being a place anyone else could stand.
The magic tearing off the little dragon's body wasn't staying contained — it chewed the earth wider with every passing second, the ground splitting in spreading veins of scorched black, the air itself too charged to breathe near.
Daniel dragged Veronica back by the arm. Lucian retreated with them, shielding his eyes.
Only Kanary held her ground, one hand thrown forward, glowing the same deep blue as the armor.
She was trying to keep the connection alive — to feed the Sea Knight's armor and hold it stable, to keep the water between Ebony's body and the lightning for as long as the spell could last. Her arm shook with the effort. Her jaw was clenched white.
Then the armor began to crack.
