Zayn PoV
The harbinger lunged. The lava pooling around his paws sprayed outward in glowing, violent arcs as his crimson flames churned, superheating the subterranean air until the marble columns warped in the haze. He closed the distance without a sound, jaws snapping shut right where my armored gorget had been a fraction of a second prior.
I didn't try to outrun him on foot. Planting my sabatons firmly into the softening stone, I tapped into my inner mana.
"Second Heaven!" I yelled. A purple aura flared around me. My dark hair spiked up from the sheer energy output.
My armor hummed as it drew on the mana I was giving out, hardening and repairing all damage done to it by the Harbinger.
"Fascinating."
"What is?"
"I've fought several of your kind, but you all seem to use that form in similar yet different ways."
