Fortunately, just a whiff of the pungent smell. Now prepared, they would not die. They only needed to tank the coming energy storm born from blood.
The nine Devourers who had been flying over with ferocity went from plunging like arrows to pulling back and defending with all their strength. Water was turned into a wide vortex the depth of an ocean, wind was vibrated in an impact-dispersing shield, while fire was turned into an ocean, then compressed into a lake, forced to boil, ready to explode at any moment and push back the expected attack.
Within the expanding ball of destructive magma, Klain had come to terms with his coming end. He had done his best, burned everything, both the enemy and himself, and sacrificed his very flesh for the mission.
