The skies above Akiko's capital were no longer skies. They were warzones.
Clouds cracked like glass. Lightning screamed. The wind fled.
The storm raged above the city as three titans clashed in the air, their power eclipsing the stars.
Ezra sliced through the air, a streak of darkness across the heavens, his wings of shadow unfurling wide as midnight. His Aura surged around him, warping the air into an undulating void.
Across from him, Caspian hovered in regal silence, silver hair flowing around him like threads of war. His body radiated lethality, and in his hand shimmered the ethereal mark of Riptide, the relic of death with a touch.
"You've lost control." Caspian said calmly. "Stand down."
Ezra bared his teeth, wings curling behind him. "Not until my daughter is in my arms again."
"So be it."
Caspian vanished.
He reappeared a blink later, inches from Ezra, hand extended.
