Page 180 of Rose and Shadows
Morien let out a wild laugh. “You cannot hold this brutal assault for long, so cease the posturing. My son is incapacitated so he cannot save you.”
“Hmm… about that…”
In the next moment, green lightning tore through the sky, followed by a violent explosion of power, a moment before Ryker Morgan materialized in his signature deep crouch, his lightning radiating out everywhere, tearing into the four hundred bastards keeping Sylas down.
It ripped the wolves and vampires off their feet.
And it shorted out the magic of every single magic-wielder, his unique defensive magic doing its thing, and doing it well.
The dome containing Sylas disintegrated, and then Ryker rushed to his side, stepping on several of the shrieking, fallen, and incapacitatedPuritassoldiers on his way, his lightning still leapfrogging out over every single one of them, both hands outstretched.
Sylas forced himself to his knees and Ryker offered him his shoulder.
Sylas clasped it, channeled his magical strength, then thrust a bolt of his crimson power toward Morien.
It shredded through Morien’s magic and cut out Risen Reckoning.
Lucian staggered back to us, sucking in a breath.
Morien swung his head, his gaze wild.
Then he called the black magic he was imbued with, black tendrils swirling around him in seconds, a moment before that blackness exploded and he teleported out in a really twisted way.
Before the relief could settle in, it hit me where he’d likely headed off to.
To the battle Gregor was waging on the hybrid volunteers.
To where Velra was!
Sylas eased from Ryker.
Then Ryker let out a wolf whistle toward the tear in the place.
In the next moment, hundreds of masked and hooded troops filtered through in rapid bursts of movement and teleportation.
I smiled to myself.
The Shadowed.
“Borrowed part of your army,” Ryker spoke to my dad, as we watched them swarm thePuritasbastards and begin slappingInhibitorcuffs to them rapid-fire. They didn’t have Celestial magic or black magic, unlike a select few that we’d been dealing with earlier, so those cuffs would hold the bastards. “Theytemporarily deferred to my command because your life was on the line.”
Ryker pulled his power back and dropped his hands and helped Sylas over to us, supporting his weight with his shoulder. “That’s really something. A whole lot of loyalty and care among them toward you. Not fear and control like Gregor commands with.”
With a flick of his hands, he conjured some blood bags, then handed them over to me and my dad. “Filled with fresh and warm human blood that your soldiers assisted with on our way here. Drink up. The fight isn’t over yet.”
With that, he walked to Lucian and they fawned all over one another for a moment, before Ryker told him, “Jax and Mia are on the frontlines. There’s a shitload of Celestial magic in play. It almost took out Cornelius. If Ari hadn’t arrived in time…”
“We will see to it, my beloved,” Lucian told him, stroking his pecs over his silky white shirt. “Just as we always have.”
I wrapped my arm around Sylas as I gulped down the blood just like my dad was, our bodies healing faster as the warm liquid infused us. In moments I was able to properly support his weight.
My dad had his head turned away, because he’d had to take his mask off to drink, and his identity couldn’t be known to thePuritasarmy, to Lucian Black, and certainly not to the Head of the Guardian Movement.
To his credit, Ryker didn’t try to look.
He was so much wiser than that.
He came to Sylas and drew him off to the side a little.
