Draxos took flight.
The crimson sky rushed past him. The ruined temple shrank below, its destruction still spreading, fires starting in the structures the battle had damaged.
A blinding light descended from above.
Draxos's head snapped up.
Two figures stood in the air on a metallic board. A male human and a female elf. The human was broad-shouldered, severe-faced, with eyes that burned with the particular intensity of someone who had killed enough demons to make it a profession. The elf was tall, ethereal, her features sharp and ancient, her silver hair flowing in a wind that didn't exist.
They looked down at Draxos and Josh.
Divine light burned around them.
The light intensified.
Draxos raised an arm to shield himself. The darkness around him writhed, pushing back against the divine radiance, creating a barrier of corrupted energy that hissed and screamed where the two powers met.
The light was too strong.
