My son stepped back from me, still looking up at the massive statue. He didn't answer my question, but from the gathering of his magic and the focused, almost glazed, look in his eyes, he certainly did want to give it another shot.
Be prepared, Max sent, a hint of excitement threading through his power. I believe this might work.
My power still coiled, ready and waiting, engulfing my son in protective energy, so my drach friend didn't have to tell me twice. But the moment Gabriel turned and gestured beside him, all of the power I had at my disposal didn't seem to be enough to keep him safe.
With a rushing burst of energy, I was pushed back, away from my son, Max staggering next to me. A giant gateway opened, my child tiny in comparison, though from the blankness of his expression he barely knew what he was doing.