Raze had arrived.
Not only had he arrived, but he had done something that, only moments ago, had seemed impossible. The massive wave of Dark Magic that had been building, condensing into a single annihilating strike, had vanished as if it had never existed. Where there should have been devastation, death, and broken bodies scattered across the battlefield, there was instead silence.
Liam stood frozen, his system still flashing warnings in his vision even though the danger had already passed.
According to the calculations, if that attack had landed, there was no scenario where the group escaped unharmed. Even survival itself had been close to impossible. The system had listed a one percent variable, something it could not properly define, and now Liam understood why.
That variable had been Raze.
