What A Failure

Pulses of vitality reached Ezra from his soul bond with Gen. It was the pre-arranged signal they had created.

"They're near." Ezra hissed. "It's time."

"We'll meet up later." Veran nodded as he began floating in the air. Golden light shimmered on the surface of his skin.

Everyone stepped back from the center of the room, giving him space. 

Veran roared and descended with fury, his hand coated in golden vitality. There was a large crash as he punched the ground. 

Olivia's song faltered as if she had taken a hit and with a sharp nod, Valaren and his wives teleported away.

They were gone, leaving the grand hall eerily silent in their wake.

The room, once filled with the chaos of their staged battle, now stood in stillness, only Olivia's song lingering in the air.

Ezra and Olivia moved to the center of the hall, their senses alert for any remaining threats.