Raze could feel the shift immediately. The air, which moments ago vibrated with unstable spirals of light and divine power, had fallen still. The magic that had endlessly coiled around Gizin, rotating, feeding, rebuilding, was gone. Every trace of the overwhelming force that had made him nearly untouchable had vanished.
And Raze, fueled by time magic that restored his stamina, mana, Qi, and even his injuries, stood at full strength.
Gizin, on the other hand, was finished.
There would be no miraculous comeback. No final burst of divine power.
Whatever Gizin had done to his core, whatever experiments he had forced on himself to merge divine Qi with light magic, had warped it to the point of no repair. That twisted core had been the very reason he maintained such impossible levels of energy, but Safa had stripped it nearly bare. Now, with his core hollow and fragile, he was barely more than an ordinary human with a battered shell.
