Among the wide-eyed crowd of students, Elliot raised his clenched fist toward the constellations mapping the ceiling. "Adam's really doing it!"
His hopeful cry shattered the disbelieving silence, yet no words left the spectators' dropped jaws.
Dorian spoke for them all, the shared mockeries fading into stuttered questions. The same that filled everyone's minds. "W-without medium? W-with that insult of a chant?"
Then, his bloodshot eyes narrowed into slits. No matter what Adam summoned, and though he didn't believe he'd lose, a moment of distraction wouldn't compromise victory.
"We end him, Abyrath! Now!" he barked at the titanic amphibian, waving his wand in a brutal arc.
