Lucien vanished completely. For a heartbeat, nothing stirred. Then white light tore through the crowd of goblins like a blade through silk, and blood began to spray in crimson arcs.
Limbs severed in an instant. Bones snapped like kindling. Necks twisted at impossible angles. The goblins launched into the air as one writhing mass just as Lucien crashed down among them, his impact sending shockwaves through the earth that stripped the very ground of its stillness.
Adrian's eyes widened as he witnessed all the goblins fly into the air in an instant.
Then something even stranger happened.
Lucien stood still, golden light blazing in his eyes. The goblins writhed in agony, scurrying about. Blood continued to spray in vicious arcs—no matter where they tried to flee, it was inevitable: death came for them. And the death was invisible; they knew not from whence it came.
