Booooooom!!
A wild explosion ripped through the western ridge of ElderGlow Academy, sending stone, smoke, and ash into the air.
The mercenaries that had found their way through the barrier through one way or the other, now encircling the rune-covered platform had barely finished their chant when Razel Acheon arrived in a blur of red and silver.
A second blur slammed down beside him.
Elias Verdan, face void of expression, released a humming pressure that bent the nearby trees.
"You're too late," one of the saboteurs grinned, holding aloft a dark rod etched with inscriptions that glowed a sickly blue.
"No," Razel replied, eyes cold, "you are."
In a fluid motion, Razel unsheathed his blade. Crimson lightning crackled across its surface before he slashed the air in front of him.
Wooooshh!!
The compressed arc of energy screamed across the ground and detonated amidst the enemy group, sending three of them flying.
