Seraphina's wings snapped open in a wide arc, light blooming from the feathers until the air itself seemed to catch fire. The gathered radiance condensed along her sword until it took the form of nothing but a vertical scar of white-hot judgment.
She drove it into the ground.
The moment her fingers left the hilt, a sphere of flame shot outward in all directions, faster than most present could follow. Stones vaporized in its path. Nephilim caught in the leading edge simply ceased to be. Those who stood too close to the explosion found themselves hurled backward in smoldering heaps. Cain 's front line was shattered, his thralls turned to ash by the shockwave.
