Page 186 of Rose and Shadows
Nyx and Warlow rushed over there to help, because we were talking two thousand beings, some who were injured and reeling.
But it wouldn’t be fast enough.
It just wouldn’t.
Cornelius, Mia, Jaxon, Ariana, Vorzyr, and Kai thrust up a wall of multicolored power just as Morien’s wave hit.
They all jolted, feet slipping in the grass, fighting to hold it.
Something that couldn’t be held for long against death magic.
Especially not Risen Reckoning.
Morien laughed and I could hear the sadistic excitement in it. “Moments. Moments are all you can endure. Teleporting out would serve you much better. Although, annihilating such supremely powerful beings will certainly clear the path for me, so by all means, continue your futile efforts.”
A burst of speed caught my attention, and then Lucian Black arrived, and began immediately assisting with the evacuation, his gaze flicking back and forth to his family on the front line as he went, clearing fighting to focus through it.
Another two bursts of speed, and then I saw Remnant cut across the area too, and join Lucian.
The second one? The second one had my heart leaping into my throat.
Lazriel.
He stopped on his way to help with the evacuation, as he caught sight of me over by Morien trapped. He noted Cassius and Rhyza.
Remnant turned back and went to him, urging him to focus, even though I could see Remnant’s eyes flickering with emotion that they were trapped and in the line of fire.
But there was nothing they could do. They couldn’t breach Undead Domination.
Hopelessness and anguish threatened to get the best of me.
And then green lightning tore up the night sky and Ryker Morgan burst in, his magic leapfrogging out toward Morien.
He knew it couldn’t cut into Risen Reckoning, so what was he—
It became clear in the next second when a thunderous roll of energy swept through the area.
Ryker had been providing a distraction.
Red lightning joined Ryker’s, then shot down in a violent, blazing stream right in front of the shuddering wall everyone was holding up.
As it cleared, Sylas came into view, in a deep crouch, his crimson power enveloping him and protecting him as Risen Reckoning streamed into him—only him now as he took the full force of it.
“Father dearest,” he gritted out as he rose to his feet. “We weren’t done.”
“I assure you that we are. Now that I know your lover is carrying a necromancer child. One I can train to my liking, one who will not be such a despicable disappointment. My grandson.”
“Despicable disappointment? Yeah, not being pro-massacre, mass persecution and domination, then sure, label me a disappointment.” His gaze flicked to me, but bounced off me almost immediately. I felt his emotion and terror for me and our baby through the Nexus Band link, and he couldn’t afford to let it rule him right now.
He sucked in a breath, his palms flaming wilder, his shield holding steady.
Morien grunted and pushed harder, but Sylas still held.
“You can hold me off, but only for a time. You cannot overpower me. I have your power boosting me and while you’ve clearly recovered, I also bear black magic.”
“Black magic? You mean the thing that Ambrose discovered I’m actually immune to?”
Morien sneered. “It won’t be enough to spare you. You’ll fall soon enough, tire, and then they will all be ashes.”
