Angelina, despite her injured shoulder and despite the pain radiating through her body, pushed herself to her feet. She understood immediately what Jaegar was attempting, and she knew it was insane, impossible, and likely to kill him even if it succeeded.
But she also knew it was their only chance.
"Take everything I have," she said, placing her good hand on the ground and beginning to channel. "Take it all, grandson. Make it count."
Her power flowed toward Jaegar like a river finding the sea. It was refined chaos magic, shaped and perfected over decades, and it merged with Jaegar's raw chaos to create something new—a synthesis of experience and potential, of control and power.
The energy gathering around Jaegar had become visible from miles away. Purple chaos mist, white lightning, red flames, and the brilliant light of countless stars all swirled together in a vortex that extended hundreds of feet into the air.
The ground beneath his feet cracked and buckled from the pressure.
