The Talented boy was undoubtedly gone.
Just like that.
Lucian slowly floated to the ground with Keila's unconscious figure in his arms.
He stared at the destructive vortex with a bleak expression.
He slowly rubbed his cheek, then his eyes.
"I'm...crying?"
Hot tears silently streamed down his face.
A dark streak blurred past them disappearing into the vortex.
Lucian turned searching for Morgan.
More violent explosions ravaged the city.
The cracks from the dome started mending themselves.
In the midst of the chaos, Morgan swayed, getting to his feet.
" We need to move now!"
Kazarax turned, raising his hands, then slammed them together, creating a harrowing explosion that ripped through the rolling wave of devastation.
The horrific force tore through the typhoon, then Talented's wall of wind, scattering the few Elementals in the air.
The typhoon slammed into the dark gates flinging them open for a brief moment.
Morgan gasped peering into the inner city's sanctum.
