Garrick's POV
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When he opened his eyes again, he almost wished he had left them shut.
The holy chamber was in shambles.
Crystal lights flickered and sparked, dying out within seconds. The walls flared with protective wards at their limits. The marble floor was shattered with spiderweb cracks tens of meters across.
And as for Amara and Morwen—
"You think yourself so holy." Amara laughed mockingly, materialising several meters above.
Morwen levitated in front of her, arms spread out in preparation. "I think nothing of the sort. I—"
"Of course, you don't!" Amara swiped her fingers forward, sending a crescent blade of white light. The blade sizzled the air around it, bending reality before it even got to Morwen.
The Councillor's robes flapped wildly, a crystal dome taking shape around her.
An explosion of light and crystals followed, sending sparks of light and crystal flying everywhere.
