The shield exhibited visible cracks but didn't fully rupture.
Adela was on the verge of voicing another objection when her son's hand suddenly found her amidst the chaos, gripping her arm firmly and effectively silencing her.
Noctavian...
Her son possessed a knowledge that eluded her, and the trust she placed in him on a battlefield was the same as the one she'd place in her father. Consequently, she abandoned all her objections, surrendering not only her arguments but also her heart. Her helpless gaze shifted to Egon who was now clearly on a one-way mission.
The Beast's next arrow traversed the misty brown sky, effortlessly slicing through the protective barrier that had shielded the two estates for good. The once firm dome now fractured like shattered glass, its jagged remnants giving passage to the warlocks' magic, a deep brown so intense that it nearly resembled black, transforming the morning sky into a nocturnal one.
