Garion glanced toward the distant planets for a moment.
Even from where he floated, he could sense Dahlia's disaster dragons tearing through one world avatar, while Arden, Mersha, Valtor, and Seira were starting to stabilize against the other.
The pressure from those world avatars was still terrifying, but his disciples had not collapsed.
Garion's mouth slowly curved. "It seems my disciples can handle themselves."
Atlas's voice sounded inside his mind.
[For now.]
Garion ignored the warning and looked back at Lord Vornak. "See that, big guy? Even your fake world monsters can't clean up my disciples."
Lord Vornak's already ugly expression became even darker.
Garion tilted his head and continued mockingly, "What happened? I thought you borrowed the power of a world. Don't tell me this is all you can do after draining your own people and shaking half your planets."
The world patterns across Lord Vornak's body flared violently. "You talk too much."
