Instantly, the Ferans sprang back into motion. Essence surged through the void as dozens of rods flared to life again, releasing waves of distortion that converged toward the mirror.
Vaelix folded his arms across his chest and turned his gaze toward us, clearly waiting to see what we would do.
I raised my head slightly, watching the battlefield take shape. Three grandmasters were rushing straight toward our position, while the others spread out, moving to form a complete perimeter around the mirror. They were sealing it off, making sure no one interfered.
I turned to the mirror. Its border was nearly complete, pulsing with a strange, layered resonance. Whatever it was about to do, it was close to finishing.
That meant there was no avoiding a fight.
I raised my hand and pointed a finger toward one of the floating rods glowing with unstable light. Violet Essence condensed at my fingertip and then erupted into a focused beam that tore across the void.
