The estate disappeared beneath purple light.
The attack left his body before the decision fully formed, the mana he had spent weeks accumulating across a dozen rifts releasing all at once in a single outward surge that didn't discriminate between targets.
It lasted less than two seconds.
When the light subsided and the thunder finished rolling across the mountains, the clearing had changed.
The three Naga fighters were gone.
Not fallen. Gone, the same total absence that had taken the Stone Stalkers on Vael when his lightning had stopped being controllable and become something else entirely.
The Naga leader was still standing.
Damon's frown came before the surprise did.
