Page 182 of Rose and Shadows
And then, when Cornelius had seen what had been happening, he’d teleported over to us and erected a shimmering silver shield that was now encompassing us. He’d managed to calm Warlow down who’d been raging all over the battlefield in a dangerous way after earlier and the wound that Cornelius had suffered.
Cornelius had realized what was going on, noting the Nexus Band ring on me, then he’d reached out to Ryker, who’d been on his way to the boys with Lucian, but they’d been delayed by the remaining thousand soldiers of Gregor’s army that were being tracked. The Shadowed had found them and Ryker had been assisting with Lucian, but Cornelius had then confirmed that they hadn’t been far out from making it to Sylas and Lazriel.
“It’s over,” I told Rhyza as I lifted my head, then rose to my feet, her following.
She sucked in an unsteady breath. “Over?”
“Oh. No. Not like that. Sorry,” I gave her arm a squeeze. “I mean, they’re out of the woods now.”
The sheer enormity of her relief mirrored mine.
I dropped my hand to my belly and stroked it, taking a moment.
It was okay. It would all be okay.
I moved my hand away, my eyes narrowing fiercely.
My purple power sparked on my palms as I squared my shoulders.
It was time to channel all that pain and terror, and give it right back to those who were causing all of this—fuckingPuritas.
“Cornelius, we’re good now.”
He craned his neck to look at us over his shoulder, his assessing gaze sweeping over me.
He smiled, then gave a nod and dropped the shielding dome.
Rhyza dropped her wolf claws, a growl rumbling in her throat, preparing to escalate to a battle cry of a true Alpha.
My shadows swirled around my arms and my frost crackled on my fingertips and out in front of me, forming a protective path, while my purple power flamed.
And Cornelius’ silver power surged on his upturned palms.
We were just about to re-enter the battlefield, when a hell of a sight pulled us up short.
Over to the left where Kai, Vorzyr and the Guardian members who had Bastion Gauntlets were fighting against the members of Gregor’sPuritasarmy who were wielding Celestial power and black magic, sparks of white and gold, those black flecks too, started floating up into the air, pulling from the offenders.
It was happening!
The siphoning of that stolen power was underway.
Ariana had been bogged down erecting a wall protecting the two thousand hybrid volunteers who were battling against thosePuritassoldiers who weren’t wielding Celestial magic.
But as the magic floating up into the sky and it being drawn away had those wielding it shrieking and yelling out, many forced to their knees, especially as those sparks became streams when they were siphoned harder and faster by Ketheron, Cassius, and the Celestial children up at Haven Initiative, she dropped the wall, and rushed toward Gregor.
That demented bastard was firing his staff, the peach orb fighting to contain the Celestial power and prevent it from being taken, keeping a store, even as he tried to take out Jaxon and Mia who’d been battling him, but had been forced into a defensive, dodging position due to the potency of the magic.
Ariana stormed over there, holding an oval shimmering silver shield in front of her.
Gregor turned his attention to her and fired a stream of that concentrated shit at her.
She grunted and jarred, but kept going, her blond waves whipping behind her with the force of the power being expelled all over the place.
In a blink, Vorzyr was there too, firing his red power—the Primal Celestial Resonance aspect—that served to cut into Gregor’s stream.
“You will not win out here!” Gregor bellowed, his composure cracked. “Misguided fools! This is what the world needs! Restoration of the balance!”
“Your actions are what have been threatening the balance,” Ariana seethed.
