Then, three surges of mana flared across the hall, bright and urgent.
Violet. Calyra. Rosalin.
They moved without thinking, without speaking — an instinctive reaction that came too late to matter.
A ripple of purple energy surged toward Ruvian and Julian. A burst of flame followed, flickering wildly between them. Even a wall of ice began to form, and the space around them twisted, as each spell clashed in a chaotic mix of fury and panic.
But it was all futile.
Too slow.
And too far.
Julian's lightning had already reached its mark.
Or so it should have.
"That's enough!"
The words were firm and they cut through the air, absolute and ringing with command.
Boom!
A force crashed into Julian's spell with terrifying finality.
The lightning shattered mid-attack, purple arcs scattering like broken glass, vanishing into the air with a hiss of displaced power. The sheer pressure of the collision warped the hall, and all other spells recoiled.
