"Sorrin!" Tana cried, rushing forward.
Surrounded by the dissipating remnants of the fifth-level magical technique, Sorrin dropped to one knee, breathing hard. His soul blazed with unsteady light, wavering as it fought to adjust to the rush of power following his breakthrough. Tana made it to his side in an instant, falling to her knees and clutching his arm.
"I'm alright," he said breathlessly.
Vithrass's eyes narrowed, his brow creasing, and he took a step back. "This was an…unexpected development. Perhaps I'll leave you to your touching moment and make my retreat."
"Not happening," Rasce said, raising his bow. He released another arrow, which Vithrass intercepted with ease.
"You can't stop me."
