A new feeling pours in through the bond like waves. Something I’d never felt before, a powerful energy so potent and strong, it has me gasping with its strength. Pure Power.

It surges through the connection, the magic from around the Library flowing quickly into my body. It burns the coils wrapped around me. As the room begins to shake violently, the powers answer to my rising anger. It swells to heights only a natural disaster and blood could quench.

I hear Lucien's light hum beside me, followed by a dark chuckle, his voice slowly fading as the power continues to surge into me.

The room thunders and roars as the magic in the Library answers my call, shaking and upturning the floor below our feet. Almost as if responding to my call for a calamity. Static begins to form, stretching to reach me, energy left from the barrier joining the flow of power as I pull every drop of magic in the Library to me.

The destruction of my Library and home, this threat and attack on my people…no more. Closing my eyes, I let my emotions, of anger, and pain fuel me. I let it build to its highest, feeling my hair sway and then toss violently, the ground still rumbling beneath me.

I feel the prick on my fingers, the power overflowing from me in its highest form. I open my eyes, and my vision strengthens, a blue hue covering my gaze as I narrow my glare toward the dark figures standing across the room from me.

The room is now more chaotic and broken than before. My power running free and rampant, adding to the destruction. A powerful tornado blows through the center of the room, swirling directly over the shadowy figures, the ground cracked and splintered below them.

Their attention is now fully on me. I raise my arm as static flows in large wisps down to my hands, circling my gleaming runes.

The cloaked figures call their black smoke to them, receding the coils around Mirin to push their full force toward me. It reaches forward, slithering and stretching nearer. The black billowing entity promising pain and ceaseless agony.

But it's too late.

I push my power toward them, willing it to tear them apart. Every inch of their cloaked figures to be crushed with the power, right down to their shadowy dark souls.

I want them to be more broken and ruined than the way they’ve left my home. I want them nothing but fluttering ash and cinders, just specks of dust I can brush off my cracked walls.

I pull and drag more magic to me, draining every drop from the Library and my body, forcing more power into my runes. I raise my palms to the billowing smoke and masters behind it.

The power pours from me, a bright light, almost a translucent blue in color. It rushes toward them in one single blast, the light hitting them instantly, with no time for them to move or protect themselves. It disintegrates everything in its path. Even the entrance behind them is blown from existence. Nothing left but dust.