Azryth's power hit the binding like a tidal wave.
Not gentle or controlled, everything he had left poured into our connection with the single-minded focus of someone who'd just killed his brother and didn't care about anything except making sure I didn't die too.
The combined essence was immediate and overwhelming.
Warden power and demon fire, not just flowing together but synchronized perfectly, braided so tightly I couldn't tell where my power ended and his began.
I felt his determination through the connection, felt his rage still burning cold and blue-white, felt the absolute certainty that we were finishing this together or not at all.
The entity felt it too.
Our combined power hit the nexus heart like a hammer, and I pushed harder than I'd thought possible, channeling everything through the crystalline surface.
Fifty percent pushed back.
The entity fought, tried to reverse the flow, tried to use the connection we'd created to pull itself through anyway.
