Chapter 48

Sabriea’s minions, though, didn’t have the sense to run. They advanced on Markle, moving their hands and bodies in quick succession. Waves of air and rolls of earth cascaded toward him, but they were nothing. A minnow swimming alongside a whale. He flicked them away with a note on the mandolin. Then he sent his own spell. A wave of fire, fluid like the ocean, sprang up around Markle and spread out before him.

Now the people were screaming, trying to get away. That was good, as it opened the area, giving him better access to his goal: Sabriea.

He slowly walked to the stairs that led up to the stage. More attacks came at him, but he barely had to think to deflect them before they got close. If his emotion fueled his magic, anger made him a god.