Irion seethed with rage, yet beneath that fury lay a gnawing dread. Now that the tall Voroe Sage had fled, Zalasar and the white werewolf would concentrate their power solely on him.
That meant he would be facing three devastating Sage Tier powerhouses on his own, which was tantamount to suicide. The Vorometallicae knew he had to escape as quickly as possible, though he could already sense how complicated that task was going to be.
Vlad decided to strike with all the power he had left. He unleashed a furious burst of energy, pushing himself far beyond his limits, willing to endure a backlash. Crimson lightning crackled across his muscular frame, and flickers of fire moved around his arms.