The sky above broke open as the tip of a gigantic pyramid began to peek through. Caldus's body was flickering in my grip, one moment he was a man made of fire, and the next he was human.
My Anima was rushing out of me in a flood because containing the Sovereign was one of the most costly exercises I had ever done; it was similar to holding the seals while the Pale Matron bashed against it.
The Scripts I wrote were burning away but I kept adding more, while pouring a part of my Anima into the spell I had burning through his chest. Heaven's Tribunal was a spell that attacked the soul using the power of not just my will but also the heavens of Terra.
Sovereign Caldus had destroyed his body enough that I understood that trying to destroy the body of a Sovereign was useless, they were just shells worn by them, their true center was the soul, and I had to keep him here long enough to injure him, maybe even kill him.
