Blood dripped from the side of his head. From the look of things, he was being physically abused, violently so.
It felt like the two of them were trying to kill him before he could kill himself.
He held a sword in one hand and a ball of flames in the other.
They were not faring much better. Their hair was disheveled, and Sylvia had a deep cut across her shoulder.
"You two are not serious about this. Look, I am not even pissed that you are trying to stop me. In fact, I think it is perfectly reasonable. But—"
He paused as the flames condensed, crystallizing into frost. A chilling cold spread in the air.
Frost dominate
"I cannot let you do that."
Ice shot forward, coiling and freezing everything in its path. Its hard cracking sounds echoed out.
Lilith waved her hand, slicing the ice apart effortlessly. She glanced at him.
