Morgana raised her right hand.
Lightning gathered above her palm, threading together in rough coils that snapped at the air.
It didn't form a neat sphere or a tidy bolt. It writhed, loud and temperamental, the way a live wire behaved when the casing broke. The glow lit her face, sharpening her every contour.
"[The Storm Sovereign's Judgment]!"
The spell dropped from her hand as if it were Zeus himself who decided to smite someone down.
All of the following occurred in less than a second.
Quinlan clapped his palms together. The air snapped inward as raw mana compressed, and earth formed out of nothing but force and intent. A stone wall rose in front of him, thick and uneven.
Morgana's Judgment crashed down.
The first layer buckled, but Quinlan wasn't about to be outdone without putting up a proper fight.
