Page 159 of Obsidian and Frost
Some called their power, others went to make a physical move against me.
But they were all too late.
They knew not what they were up against.
There would be no victory for them this night.
Only damnation.
I thrust a shield in front of Sylas to protect his eyesightandhis being from any unintended blowback of what I was about to do.
It knocked him back again and bought me time to do what was necessary.
I coiled my power, calling specifically on my Celestial Light only.
Most knew it to be a special, almost holy-like power of healing.
But it could also be used for another purpose.
By one touched by darkness.
Just. Like. Me.
When I’d gathered enough, I thrust my palms forward, blindingly bright white magic streaming forth in a tidal wave of a rush, tearing into the twenty despicable beings, encompassing them wholly.
The walls trembled with their shrieks.
With the furor of my power.
As it burrowed into them.
As it burned them alive where they stood.
As it utterly destroyed them.
Clothes and flesh melted.
Bones crumbled to ash.
Eyeballs liquefied.
Hair became cinders.
Mere moments passed and then blood, bone, and flesh became nothing but ash.
And then even that was annihilated.
Black scorch marks on the ground were all that remained.
“Fuck. Me.”
I swung my head at the sound of Sylas’ voice.
I removed my shield and told him, “It’s done. Head back. I’ll wipe any trace of you and I being here. And their presence as well.”
“Cassius—”
“I believe you’re late for dinner.” I gave his shoulders a squeeze. “Kindly tell Velra that I send my regards and note that I’ll call her later tonight.”
