The Coming Dawn dominated the sky, releasing waves of blistering heat that scorched my skin. Waves of tingles raced through my soul, a last, desperate warning of imminent death.
The Coming Dawn was an eighth-circle spell unlike anything I had faced. It eclipsed Solar Flare in all aspects, the spell that had brought me to my knees time and time again. I had no ability, spell, or ward to counter it, but escape wasn't an option. I could retreat into Haven, but there was no way I could carry Fable in with me.
Though wracked with shivers and pain, I took a deep breath and laid a hand on my chest, calming my racing heart. I'd survived the deathtrap of the abandoned city and fought through hell itself to save R'lissea. There was no way I was going give in to despair now.
