Morvain pressed his clawed hands against the dome of light, his nails screeching as they carved through its golden glass-like surface.
The barrier rippled and trembled, fractures racing outward in jagged webs under the surge of his corrupted blood mana. Every pulse of his power drove deeper, threatening to tear the dome apart.
He could smell the mortals within, their fear bleeding through the cracks. "Cower all you like," he whispered, his voice low and cruel. "This sanctuary will be your tomb."
Then, a sudden weight dragged him down.
Morvain snarled as talons clamped around his legs, yanking him toward the ground. Two hulking bone-crested elites had seized him, their claws biting into his flesh.
"Wretched vermin," he spat. His hand slashed like a blade, and with one stroke, he ripped the arm from the first elite. The creature howled, collapsing to its knees as black blood poured freely. Morvain laughed. "Did you truly think carrion like you could bind me?"
