942 Name Yourself (Part Two)

The swirling fragments of Valeria's broken sword rose up, lighting the forest canopy a brilliant gold. 

The pieces snapped together in a cacophony of sparks, forming a great fanged beast with eight spined legs and six jagged wings. 

The level of power in that creation was so obscene that Valeria couldn't even call it her own Spell. 

It was... terrifying. 

Her will had become an unstoppable force-- destruction incarnate. 

The raw, magical truth of an unforgiving Realm was shaped by divine claws into something inconceivable to her. 

Yet, mere seconds before the whirlwind of power could collide with Landris Wyndham... it stopped. 

The bolts of lightning on the mana-creature's back stilled-- only half-formed. 

The molten flame erupting from its maw slowed to a halt-- frozen in time. 

Ink-black puddles of darkness again appeared all around Landris... and from those impossibly dark holes came countless pale hands.