Lith unfolded his wings and used air, fire, and water fusion to boost them while Spirit Magic conjured an air current that no array could stop.
He moved so fast that only the glittering moonbeams that reflected on the Adamant of his Scalewalker armor betrayed his arrival.
Even though Lith flew close to the speed of sound, light was still faster.
"What the heck?" One of the Kingdom's Lost Magi managed to say before a being made of shadows, fire, and pure rage struck at him with a screaming blade whose edges spun akin to a chainsaw.
Quylla's death affected War as much as Lith. Orion's feelings that still lingered inside the blade grieved no less than its master and just like him, War knew only one way to express its fury.
By making the death of Lith's enemies but the final step of a long journey made of agony and despair.
"Deirus!" Lith repeated obsessively even though the man in front of him wasn't Yurial's father.
