Rex saw the moment her resolve faltered. He saw the microscopic tremor in her hands, the way the plasma began to lose its density.
"Time to close the equation," Rex whispered.
He stopped weaving and instead reached out with his mind, grasping the very fabric of the space between them. He didn't just use the energy of the wave; he used pure, unadulterated telekinesis to amplify the push.
He gripped the Fusion Wave and shoved.
With a roar of mental effort, Rex forced his prismatic energy forward. The multi-elemental wave surged, a massive, unstoppable tide of frost, flame, and lightning, slamming into the Dragon's Breath with a force that was no longer a clash but a conquest.
The golden lance didn't just break; it was obliterated. The plasma was swallowed whole by the chaotic, swirling vortex of Rex's magic.
The golden light vanished, replaced by a terrifying, expanding sphere of prismatic destruction that raced toward Ignivara.
