The crack of lightning against Spellbreaker’s ward was near-deafening. It cut through a line of Daedra between the Breton and Do’rhajul, felling every single one in an instant. The ward flared more brightly than it ever had, and arcing lightning struck any being to either the left or right of Do’rhajul. Spellbreaker still held, even against this mage’s power, though Lorag had not been able to retreat far enough back in time to avoid some of the collateral damage. Some of the lightning struck him, which even through the enchantments of his armor, was enough to send him to the ground as he tried to run back behind the protective ward. He only took a portion of the spell’s power, but he felt like he had taken a direct hit. 

Even Meesei had moved back behind the protection of Do’rhajul’s shield. She was not confident that even her ward could hold up to that sort of power for long enough to protect her. “I…do not know!” She shouted back at Fendros over the roar of the battle. Meesei’s knowledge of magic generally did extend even to more esoteric spells and relics, but that knowledge still was not perfect. She did not know what kind of power this mage had at her fingertips, other than that it almost certainly came from Vile himself. The Daedric Prince may have even created it specifically for her. Whatever the case, Meesei did not have the answer this time. They would have to adapt without knowing its secrets. “I have never seen such a thing.” 

One detail that any of the pack would notice was the consequences the crystal had for its user. The power of the crystal’s magic lashed back on the Breton, burning her flesh even farther across her body. The arm that was melded to the crystal had been partially blackened, and it looked like it was withering, though she still seemed to be able to move it. She kept the crystal raised towards Sabine, though with the path between them cleared her gaze was soon cast upon Do’rhajul. “And [i]you[/i]…traitor!” She shouted. By this point, even hidden behind her mangled face as it was, her identity was fairly certain. It did present some questions, as Arinette was not actually meant to be dead. She was supposed to be held prisoner in the Daggerfall clan, but regardless, they would have to deal wither again, here and now.

If Arinette was not enough, the Daedra too were a growing threat. The pack’s allies were still pushing forward and fighting fiercely, but they were still quite outnumbered. Without the titan to help clear the way, even the magic they had empowering them may not have be enough for them to break through before enough Daedric reinforcements arrived from down in the valley. Meesei’s pack had pushed through as the spearhead, but now, the Daedra threatened to encircle and cut them off from the rest of their allies.