Veyra's stormhawk dove, its talons grazed Kelvin's leg, drawing fresh blood. He cursed, channeling a fiery vortex, Xerion's flames that seared the bird's wings.
Lyra's shadow cage pinned it and Salaris's talons rend its core in a burst of red light. Darius's blast struck Torin's arm, his runes faltered as blood streamed down his sleeve.
"Now!" Kelvin shouted, charging the altar, Xerion's flames engulfed the stones in a roaring inferno. The rift collapsed in a blinding surge of violet light and the riftclaws dissolved into ash and their roars faded into silence.
Torin staggered, his arm was bleeding with his runes dimming. Lyra's shadow runes lashed out, binding his wrists in a coiling net, but a shadow flickered at the altar's edge-the cloaked figure and their runes glowed with dark energy, slashing the bindings with a blade of pure Veil energy.
