Sir Alex took a hit to the chest, his massive form reeling back, the Divine Sword dimming as the darkness of the Under Realm tried to snuff it out. He looked up at me, not with fear, but with that same, quiet understanding he'd had at the door. He was waiting.
He was waiting for me.
"Alright, you shadow-flavored freak," I hissed, standing up on Raya's back despite the wind and the fire. "Let's see how you like a cooperative play!"
I didn't just tap into my Qi. I ripped it open. I reached into the very core of my soul, past Seraphine, past the business genius, straight into the raw, unyielding stubbornness of Ehra Marie. I grabbed every bit of light the Supreme God had gifted me and channeled it.
I didn't aim for the wolf. I aimed for the sword.
A tether of pure, golden energy snapped from my ring to the blade in Alex's hand. The Divine Sword didn't just light up; it became a supernova. The white light was so intense I could see the bones in my own hands through my skin.
