The storm wasn't made of fire or lightning. It was pure force, a crushing wave of violet energy that screamed through the air, trying to tear them apart at a molecular level.
Lucian brought his blade up, the dark metal humming as it met the onslaught. He was pushed back, his boots scraping against the floor. Beside him, Marc simply raised a hand. The air in front of him solidified, a shimmering, invisible wall that met Lucy's power with a sound like shattering glass. The violent energy parted around them, carving deep gouges in the walls.
"Lucy!" Lucian yelled over the roar, his voice strained. "It's us! Your brothers! You have to fight this!"
Her expression didn't change. The blank white eyes held no recognition, no emotion. She was a statue, a perfect conduit for destruction. She simply tilted her head and intensified the assault. Tendrils of energy, sharp as razors, shot from her other hand, aiming to encircle and slice.
