"Hmph. Is that so?" Fyren's lips quirked in a smile, but it quickly faded.
I nodded, swallowing hard. I couldn't smile either, even at vanquishing yet another shadow from my past. The silver light was too scary, too…wrong. I didn't want to step through those walls and face whatever was beyond, but we'd already come this far.
As we approached, I began to detect traces of a familiar presence within, matching the mana resonance of the aura. Verity. But why? Why wasn't she at the Divine Throne? And what was this power? It was even scarier than a ninth-level being.
My aura gathered around us as we neared, forming a bubble of gold against hostile silver. Eddies of starlight spun between the two warring powers. Occasionally, compressed flecks were flung out, slashing like swords. The walls crumbled as we neared, disintegrating and blowing away in the powerful Gales, tearing a hole for our entrance.
