Morvane, his body still trembling from the overwhelming surge of Drace's power, felt a sudden rush of determination. He had to get to Vianna. He had to leave before the consequences of his actions caught up with him. His mind raced as he bolted in her direction, but as he took his first steps forward, the air around him shifted.
A sharp gust of wind whirled toward him, followed by the smell of salt and water. Before he could react, a cascade of water slammed into his chest, knocking him back. His feet skidded across the ground, and for a split second, his vision blurred from the sudden impact.
He tried to recover, but as he steadied himself, a blast of fire shot toward him, swirling in an inferno of rage. The heat was unbearable, searing through the air with a strength that nearly knocked him off his feet again. He raised his arm to shield himself, but the flames continued to come.
