A torrent of solid, dominant white energy rushed out of the feminine figure to join her three mates just above Replicus' ship. It engulfed everything in sight with such alacrity, and convincing permanence that lesser beings would have slumped down, drained of hope.
After all, a Territory was a personal, physically realised field of influence that an Incandescent Stager had full control over.
As the pristine shade of white curled over everything, Pherdanta, Grim, Allora and Baddan grew tense, their eyes set on the enemies standing over the shield.
