The higher being's laughter rumbled through Rachel like a sonic weapon. Her insides seemed to tremble and liquefy and blood trickled from her mouth.
She exhaled deeply and focused on her spellwork. It wove before them and flew forward with such force that the being actually flew back several hundred feet.
It slowly rose and spit blood upon the black manna that they stood upon. As he did this a deep blue light passed by his neck and its eyes became confused. A breath later his head began to slide from his neck.
The entity's fist, still holding the shard, was now before Rachel and she surrounded it with a clear bubble of fate magic separating it from all streams of fate.
It faded from her before her and instantly appeared next to Bry.
The entity raised its bloody stump to the stump that was now his neck as if it wanted to stop its head from falling off.
He was too late.
His head seemed to bounce across the black surface as his body began to slowly fall like a freshly cut tree.
