_Lisa's POV_
Fenric roared at the sight. He hurled a spear of darkness at Kael that would have consumed a normal man. The blue shield snapped against it and held like a spiderweb. Morana’s lips moved. Her hands were bleeding from the strain.
“Now!” the souls thundered through Kael, and a living river of light shot from his chest toward Fenric.
It was not a clean beam. It was a storm. It hit Fenric and he screamed. His shadow peeled like old paint. He tried to call his followers to him, but the light burned their bindings. One by one their shapes unravelled. The warlocks’ magic cracked like thin ice.
I watched as the world shook. Fenric's body began to smoke. His smile faltered into a snarl. His skin blackened like paper.
“Don’t look,” Sierra said. But I could not look away.
I was pu
