At Nithalee's word, a tremendous tide of mana erupted from the spell, a pulse of pure power that washed across the sky in a wave of purple light. It disrupted the thick, hanging clouds of infernal mana, clearing them like dust before a windstorm. Every demon within a hundred miles, from the weakest scion to the demon lord, flinched at the sheer power, their lustful gazes locking onto our mountain peak.
"Damn, where was this power in Sylvarus?" Korra muttered, shaking her head.
Nithalee's eyes opened slowly, glowing with power. Her aura transcended any mortal being I'd witnessed, eclipsing Elaine and even overpowering Avant during the heights of his most powerful spell. If she wanted, she could crush mountains with her mere presence, erase half the infernal horde with a single spell, or pierce adaptive Resistance with barely a thought. I shivered as her eyes locked onto me. There was no malice in her aura, but still, my soul recognized the absurd power she wielded and feared it.
