Above, dragon and serpent twisted in a murderous knot, the backlash of their power sheared neighboring peaks in half.
Ghostmask and his cohorts were forced three hundred meters back before they could steady themselves.
"How many tricks does that kid have left?" The gray-robed elder's wary eyes fixed on the raging dragon. "Twelve Nether Lanterns-bind his soul!"
The twelve emerald lanterns shot out, whirling around Jared. From each wick, pale soulfire stretched into chaining tendrils that lashed toward the dragon.
The red-robed woman seized the moment: her nine ribbons wove Into a blood-red phoenix that joined the muscular man's axes and the figure in the fog's icy gale in a synchronized assault.
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