[h3][color=#166FC2]Cloven Brevis[/color][/h3][hr]
[indent][indent]Chaos reigned in the little time that the guild had arrived. Magic saturated the air. Iridescent particles danced with the tender embers of yawning flames, and shrill gusts of wind were herald by the massive dragon’s movements.

Even still, The obsidian beast was taking damage; actual damage. A ruptured eye socket, one that now trickled rivers of red onto its face, and an entire wing, which fell heavily onto the city’s cobblestoned earth. Cloven could not help but notice their Dragon Slayer’s magic had seemingly done nothing, while Holly efforts and Lavinia’s magic in particular had done big damage. That was unexpected, it nearly stumped Cloven into overthinking, but the immediate danger had kept him moving. Dipping and dodging debris, big boulders of concrete and dirt. 

While he cared little for the populace, that dragon’s fire was likewise aimed at his comrades. Little thought was needed as he hurried behind Asher’s bulwark-like structure. [color=#166FC2][i]Won’t be enough[/i][/color], he thought. Then he smiled to himself, nearly chuckled, unbidden. [color=#166FC2][i]Its lacking. I can fix that though.[/i][/color]
 
Standing up he raised a hand forwards; no word of caution or pleas to gather came from his lips. If someone died from being careless or unprepared that was their fault. [i]Life is a culling,[/i] came a distant, savagely cruel voice from his past. 

[color=#166FC2]“Void,”[/color] he called, conjuring a translucent dark dome twelve meters around Asher's structure. When the flames smashed into his spell, a great deal of its power would be absorbed; Cloven would feel that. It would rattle his bones, but he would expect that. He would maintain and endure, if it was possible. And if not, they all still had Asher's spell.  
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