Another array was quickly forming, using the four as its cornerstones. The magical formation seemed to draw in the light element from the world energy, casting a twilight over the area even though the sun was still high in the sky.
Not willing to discover its effects, Lith Blinked near one of the thralls, the weak link in the magical chain. Unfortunately, the four were each looking in a different direction, leaving no blind spot.
The moment Lith appeared they all turned toward him, each unleashing from the formation between them not fire, but pure heat condensed in a scorching white beam. It vaporized earth and stones on contact, leaving only a diamond-shaped hole the size of a man in its wake.
The four smiled in triumph and then screamed in pain. Lith was still alive and stabbing, right behind the other human thrall. Ruin pierced the man's heart while Lith's free hand squashed the head like grape, making any kind of recovery impossible.
