Chapitre 69: Godhead I

On the Great Northern Wall, General Kindril stood, his disbelief palpable, peering at the second son on the horizon dissipating into molten gold of light, so blinding not even the darkness he found in closing his eyes to be capable of hiding from its light. 

He'd stolen it. He could see it now from the faces of the Ten Fourth Star Witches, who spent nearly all their Arcana invoking such a spell. And in a single instance, control of the elements was lost as if stripped away by a great force—a feat only allowed by those who understand the elements and the Arcanes to such a level it surmounted the casters.