Michael gripped his sword tightly. "This painting will become your grave, Aethra!" he roared, and a sharp strike of blue light burst from his divine blade, shooting toward her. But Aethra was faster than an arrow. She lifted one hand, and from her palm surged a massive sphere of black fire. It collided with Michael's attack and exploded with a terrifying boom. The blast shook the entire world, hurling Michael backward.
