Veyron's red eyes gleamed on Ronan, his visage twisted into a snarl of rage. The air around him darkened, heavy and electric, as dark red energy erupted from his body in waves. The ground cracked beneath his feet, and the battlefield seemed to bend under the weight of power.
It hit them like a storm, this energy.
Celeste stumbled, jamming her sword into the ground to keep from falling. Lyra gasped, her legs shaking as she struggled to stay upright. Cian clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, sweat pouring down his face as he fought to stay standing.
Even Ronan, who never let anyone see him weak, felt the weight crushing down on him. One single drop of sweat slid down his temple. "He's stronger than ever," Ronan said, a bit of his confident grin wavering.
