Braavas didn't get the chance to finish his words.
The Gloom inside the room felt the sudden holy energy of Grace penetrate into its nature, and at that exact moment, both windows of the citadel chamber shattered inward in explosions of glass and stone.
The main entrance — a heavy iron door reinforced with Gloom-hardened roots — burst from its hinges with a sound like a thunderclap, smoke and debris billowing into the room.
Through the left window, a figure erupted in a corona of blue-white lightning. Thor landed in a crouch, the Hammer of Force already spinning in her grip, her armour crackling with barely contained electrical fury.
The arcs of energy leaped from her shoulders and her gauntlets illuminating the chamber in strobing flashes. She rose to her full height, the storm gathering in her eyes.
Through the right window, Kestrel burst through riding her emerald dragon spectre. The great serpentine beast roared furiously before dissolving into a trail of green light.
