“Alakathon indomiel ar galathon anrhuniae! Vortalion marduniel im paradon khalghoniae!” As soon as Sequara shouted the song of origin, a jagged blue bolt of concentrated energy crackled from her extended fingertips and streaked toward the priest and soldiers, casting their forms into eerie light and inky shadows. It forked and exploded. A violent blue-white flash split the air and writhed in snaking currents around the screaming soldiers and priest, whose spell the energy shattered, and their bodies flew backward.
