Golden light exploded from the magic circles, washing across the sky in a shimmering veil of starlight. It separated the heavens from the earth, dyeing Soltair's aura gold as it streamed across the battlefield. Demons and mortals paused in the midst of the blood and carnage, staring up at the sky in awe and unease. For a single, breathless heartbeat, the world was quiet.
I wobbled, resting heavily on my staff, barely managing to stay on my feet. One eighth-circle spell never could have covered such a vast area with the potency I needed. It had taken an entire array of Shining Aegis.
The effect was gradual, settling over me like a gentle summer breeze. My horns stopped itching, the tremors left my limbs, and the chills departed. I took a deep breath, tasting the familiar breeze of Haven's atmosphere.
