The second took the worst of it — the ascending energy caught its left side and the void stripped away corrupted flesh, leaving silver-edged wounds across its ribs and flank that radiated the same consuming light as the injury Jolthar had given the first.
It was thrown sideways by the force, slamming into the spire wall hard enough to crack the stone beneath the black moss, the impact reverberating through the entire structure.
The first duke had managed to partially shield itself, interposing its injured forearm between its core and the worst of the ascending column. The existing void wound expanded significantly under the additional exposure, the silver light eating deeper into the arm with slow, implacable thoroughness.
The spire itself was reacting.
The black moss on the walls was retreating upward, pulling away from the ground level as if trying to escape the spreading influence of voidwrath energy.
