Seven elements aimed at his chest.
Morgana chose two.
Wind gathered beneath her palms and fire poured into it, the gust feeding the flames until the air between her hands screamed with compressed heat. The spell built in less than a second, a spiraling lance of superheated wind that glowed white at its core and pulled the surrounding air inward with enough suction to stagger the soul soldiers closest to the blast zone.
"[Infernal Gale]!"
The lance punched forward.
Quinlan's hands clapped together and the earth answered. Stone erupted from the ground in layered sheets, each one slamming into place behind the last, forming a dome around him that thickened with every fraction of a second he poured mana into it.
