Zhadra pointed her hammer at the clone, no not exactly at the clone rather what was behind it, the weak point.
The clone barely crossed its hands when…
And Boom, the ground shook, a blinding light filling the cage, the smell of fire filling the air, as red projection flared from the hammer head, obliterating everything in its path, dirt, the clone, everything was swallowed by the light.
After a few seconds, the energy die down, the clone was gone, along with a gaping hole, torn through the forest cage, revealing the lighter expanse of the Netherveil, outside the forest.
The smell of burnt wood permeating through the air, as the dome receded into Orivin's shield, he patted Zhadra's back, grinning.
"No time to waste," he hoisted Tavena onto his back and rushed towards the opening, following Zhadra and Jake.
Serif dashed forward, appearing at the entrance, leading the way out, they had to hurry.
He looked up at the burnt tree branches, already trying to regrow, trying to heal.
