Zhadra pointed her hammer at the clone, no not exactly at the clone rather what was behind it, the weak point. He just happened to be in the way.
The clone dashed forward, arms reaching out for Zhadra, trying to stop her.
But...
Boom, the ground shook, a blinding light filling the cage, the smell of fire filling the air as red energy 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 finally died down, the clone was gone, replacing it was a gaping hole, torn through the forest cage, faint light spilling through. The lighter expanse of the Netherveil at the opposite end.
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.
We need to hurry.
