The explosion distorted the air, sending wild ripples through the Fae's spellwork. Their intricately woven spell rune combusted in one sudden surge, shattering completely like something had just ripped through it. As the spell fell apart, an eerie silence dawned.
Had they made a mistake? Woven the rune wrong? Or was there something more at work? Something they had failed to notice?
These questions must have crossed the minds of the Fae, watching one of their most powerful and ancient rune spells fall apart right before their eyes, without any visible cause.
One moment, the rune was close to reaching its peak strength, swallowing up all of Inferno in its toxic fumes, and the next, sparks of magic rained down all around them, all that was left of their rune spell following the explosion.
For a single moment after that, nothing happened. The Fae were stunned in their confusion, the Infernal dragons held their breath. But Neveah stood with a detached expression, watching... waiting.
