Bab 380: Trust

Time slammed into me with the force of a raging dragon, the stars winking out and letting the demons' assault fall upon us. Spells exploded in every corner of the courtyard in a devastating display of raw magical power, but Adaptive Resistance absorbed it all. I barely even noticed as Korra broke the only attack capable of threatening us–the fireball launched by Gayron–with Discordant Strike. 

Instead, I dropped to one knee, hacking violently as blood surged up my throat. Every fiber of my soul burned with overexertion, the stress of forcing a vision on top of bearing the weight of the shard's mana. My vision grew dark and fuzzy as my lungs refused to take in oxygen, but the moment passed and I managed to swallow a shallow breath of air.