Ismara was a Tier 6 spirit, and because of her bond with Seraphina, her established strength had unlocked the power of a paragon. In simple terms, she possessed the might of a paragon.
Seraphina called but Ismara did not listen.
The air grew still.
The spirits roared, their faces filled with hatred. One by one, they surged forward, their ethereal forms blazing with wrath.
The paragons of humanity tensed.
Magnus's gaze snapped to the falling Atticus. His lightning flared, and thunder roared.
Then, the air exploded.
A bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens with a deafening crack, bathing the entire battlefield in electric blue light.
In the wake of the lightning, Magnus appeared, his figure radiating raw power.
In one hand, he held his lightning-forged spear, crackling with volatile energy. In the other, he cradled Atticus's unconscious body, his grip careful but firm.