With a snarl, Lord Rowe fired a massive beam of blue hunger energy, the wave pouring from his palms like a roaring river of annihilation.
Noah's eyes widened. He had no time to avoid it, so he met it head-on, his own darkness surging outwards.
Multiple layers of Devour flared into existence, stacking over one another like overlapping shields of shadowy darkness.
The collision of forces lit the underground ring with a blinding, swirling storm of black and blue.
Each instant of impact spat sparks and ripples of pure destructive energy, both affinities chewing into one another as if trying to consume the other whole.
The stalemate wasn't perfect, though.
The force of Rowe's beam was like a steady tide, endlessly pressing forward.
Noah's body was shoved deeper into the fractured wall, stone cracking behind his back, his cloak flapping violently around him in the gale of pressure.
