It was done.
Tycondrius shut his eyes and focused on a single thought.
« SASARAME!!!!!! »
Crossing between worlds applied a strange pressure inside his ears-- like he was dunked into water or lifted high in the air.
Tycon shot his eyes open-- they had returned to Sasha's library. A horizontal swipe of his hand dispelled the sigil sealing him and Pale in.
The residual impact from Maximus' strike propelled the boy across the room, through the air.
Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark, caught the boy-- and the two of them slammed into a nearby bookcase. The explosion of wooden debris was... not small.
Tycon felt his mouth twitch. Glass-like mana shards twinkled down all around him. Dust and wood chips and splinters rained all throughout. And... two more bookcases toppled over, the aged wood bending and cracking.
In theory... it was safer for Pale to collide with a body and a bookcase than against a merciless mana-constructed wall.
