Nazakiel vanishes, reappearing in the air high above the castle. He floats among the rubble, his eyes glowing violently bright.
With a snap of his fingers, Barns and Clancy are barraged by bolts of energy. They tear through the remains of Dimartino Castle, leaving deep scars in the stone wherever they slice.
Nazakiel imagines destruction - and so destruction is wrought.
It takes all of Barns' energy just to deflect the relentless stream of magic that cleaves through the air. He has no attacks that can reach Nazakiel at this range. Maria, still tucked into the corner, shouts something.
"I can give you my wings, but only for a moment!"
Barns turns to her, barely processing the words. "Then do it!"
Maria nods, and channels her Royal Arts. She's enveloped in a wave of golden, gilded magic, which transfers through the air to Barns.
On his back, a pair of wings in resplendent silver emerge, shimmering with magical energy.
