Chapter Seven Hundred And Ninety Eight – 798
The Theron's body ignited as crystalline Mana poured out of her Gates, congealing above her into the shape of a massive book. Easily the size of a car, it was made of translucent purple and gold light. The pages within gleamed with an oppressive power that rammed down at him, splintering the stone beneath Felix's feet.
“Order Departs.”
Her Spirit flared, smashing at his grip on Adamant Discord. His handle on the connections loosened, and her power sent him flying back, off the ledge, and into the building beyond. He cratered the side of it.
“You cannot win,” she said, her voice a stentorian roar above her book’s power.
Felix shoved out of the cratered building, raining rubble off the side before he pushed to his feet once again. He looked back up at Elowen. The book above her had opened now, and the golden pages whirled as they spun. Her eyes blazed silver, and her antlers tangled with the same purple and gold light, as if she bore a halo—a halo that intersected with her Core Manifestation.
"The Tome of the Witness is the culmination of my power," Elowen said. “A record of all things yet to come. A glimpse into Fate itself.”
You Cannot Win, Nevarre. None Can Evade Fate.
Elowen thrust her hands to either side, and two smaller outbuildings were immediately and absolutely crushed beneath the force of her power. "Chaos Beckons. Hewn Trident."
People in the distance screamed, several falling from the rubble as their top halves were lifted into the air. Purple-gold light clung to the stone as it compacted, crunching into hardened tridents before they were layered over with crystalline Mana.