Arulius narrows his eyes and releases his balled fist. An explosion of power isn’t even the tip of the iceberg of what it’s like. His aura rains down like the hellfire of gods, pelting the warriors as if an army of demons and angels alike let loose every last golden arrow in their hilts. It’s continuous anger until his brilliant wings break the light barrier at the top of the canopy. I pretend like I don’t hear the screams and wails of undiluted fear from below us. I wrap myself in their cries and a wry smile tugs at my lips. It starts small but erupts into hysterical laughter. I laugh until
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