chapter 43(2)

The orbs grow bigger and bigger until his hands are completely obscured, before he brings them together, forming a large sphere. I have never seen something so powerful, and for a second, I feel like I don’t know this person. I don’t recognize Eziah. He rolls his hand together; the power emanating from him takes my breath away. Kyan drops his hands, his fingers flicker, and I see the tendrils of darkness slivering between his fingers. Slowly, they move like he is just waiting to see if he is gonna play this game or not. “Eziah enough, point proven,” Kyan says calmly. “No, I don’t think it is; it will never be enough for what you tried to do,” Eziah snarls. Eziah flings the gold orb at Kyan, who moves quickly. A ball of black mist erupts from Kyan, engulfing him, and electricity slivers up his arms, shielding him. Kyan moves with blinding speed. Eziah has power, but he doesn’t have the skill Kyan has. The control Kyan has as he also launches his magic with a subtle flick of his fingerti