Both Alen and Harvey had gathered frightening amounts of mana into their attacks, each spell crackling with lethal intent. Neither of them were holding back. If their strikes connected, it was clear someone was going to die.
Raze felt the urgency immediately. Even for him, to stop two attacks of that magnitude, he needed more time to gather strength. The problem was simple, he didn't have time.
The moment he sensed the others preparing their spells, he had already begun his own. Qi swelled within him, surging alongside the familiar chill of his Dark Magic. He split his focus, one hand pulling in his Qi to amplify raw force, while the other drew on the depthless void of his Dark Magic.
But the attacks were already about to collide. Raze would never reach them in time, at least, not without calling upon something else. Something he rarely used.
