Elion watched the chaos he had created with narrowed eyes, his body hunched in the air. Crimson light filled his eyes, and the heat pressed against his face despite the distance. His hands hung limply at his sides.
He tried to beat his wings, but nothing happened. The strength had simply left his body. He felt terribly weakened, and he was out of breath.
He dropped toward the defensive line, managing one uneven movement before his feet struck the shaking ground. His knees buckled, but luckily, an arm caught him before he could fall.
"Elion!"
Mira rushed to his side to help carry the burden of his weight, and Tessa reached his other side a moment later. Between them, they kept his towering body upright as he struggled to draw breath.
"We've got you." He gave them weak, thankful smiles as people stared around them. No one seemed capable of looking away from him. Then their gazes reluctantly returned to the burning plain.
One person had unleashed that!?
