Book 9. Chapter 27: The Song of Vengeance
Tanda blurred off the edge of the ramp, a streak of black-and-red deathly flames crossing the cavern in a fraction of a second. Her crescent moon halberd’s scythe-like blade descended on the largest pulsing geode like a falling guillotine.
It cleaved straight through the corrupted crystal's thickest point. The geode shattered, and the Avenging Flames incinerated the anti-magic matrix holding it together, turning the massive battery into a cloud of harmless, inert dust.
And Tanda wasn't the only one moving with extreme efficiency, as she launched herself with another deadly swing toward the next.
Throughout the basin, their many allies’ strikes pierced deeply into the resonating geodes, shattering them with manifestations of beasts that had a powerfully anchored spiritual weight, or Valor-infused blades and Roman warriors channeling the greatness of Rome’s spirituality. Ruby and Nessa combined a blood-lotus and flash-freezing strike that shattered a second geode into crystalline shrapnel.
Ophelia and Valora drove a spiraling lance of golden vajrafire flames through a third, while Garona and Bulldozer simply used their colossal, armored bulks to physically crush the smaller clusters into the bedrock.
Watching from the threshold, Jake felt a surge of pride cut through his lingering frustration as his commanding bolts of Holy Dark slammed into another geode. No raid group in the universe could have responded quicker and in a more deadly fashion. Clan Hart was operating on an entirely different level of synergy.
He also noticed the shift in the air. The angered beastkin were striking with terrifying power, fueled by a song that Jake had never heard before. It utilized the acoustic and magical foundations of the Celtic runes he had researched, but Jarrix and Vesuvius had forcibly evolved it, along with the Arawn and Cernunnos Clergy present.
Driven by the loss of Vexana and desire for righteous retribution, the choir had woven the structured runes into a completely new, roaring dirge of vengeance that actively destabilized the corrupted resonance around them. The tendrils of the spiraling triskele had a weight of their faith and outrage in it, empowering their blows and unleashed attacks.
High above, the Carnex Draconid shrieked in fury as the last geode was destroyed, the streams of violent energy coming to a stop.