Erika clenched her teeth, blood trickling down the side of her head. She reached out, forcing the mana to obey. The rune in her palm flared with incandescent blue light.
"Arcane Purification - Level Six!"
It was a risk. A spell of massive healing and magical stabilization, normally used by clerics on large battlefields. It required control and absolute faith - and in that environment, it could turn against her. But Erika didn't care. She needed to clear the distortion, if only for seconds.
The ground shook. The rune exploded.
Blue lightning spread like a flash through the chamber, pushing back the corrupted mana for a fraction of a second. The dracovampires retreated instinctively, their scales sizzling. The Guardian stopped. The spear wavered.
Kael felt it.
And he moved forward.
With a shout, he turned his sword, now completely bathed in light, and drove it straight through the center of the Guardian's chest.
CRACK!
