The black hole grew larger and larger until it was as vast as an ordinary house. All the while, Celestina kept drawing in the mana in the air, and the black hole kept devouring the physical ruin she had left in her wake.
Pierre did not move from his spot. He simply held out his sword, its point leveled at Celestina.
For good measure, he conjured four more black holes around her.
Celestina tilted her head, an ordinary gesture, and yet Pierre found it nothing short of unnatural, though nothing in the movement itself suggested as much.
As slabs of stone from the monument were torn apart and drawn into the black holes, Celestina pointed her sword of light at Pierre, who tensed at once.
A second later, five small orbs of light surrounded him, and he regarded them warily.
'Is... she trying to recreate my spell?'
