Markos's vision blurred with pain and fear as Kamon's claws dug deeper into his shoulders. He grit his teeth against the shearing pain as he felt a pull of energy drawing away from him. He fought against the way the aphotic was drawing in his energy and drew upon the fury of the storm roiling overheads. His entire body cried out for deliverance and the tempest answered. "You will not kill me!" He roared.
A blinding surge of radiant energy burst from Markos's outstretched hand, the power of the soulstone and the fury of the gathering storm coalescing into a single, decisive strike. An incandescent torrent slammed into Kamon's shadow-wreathed form. For an instant, the entire clearing was drowned in brilliant light.
