The fire came out white-hot and wide, filling the corridor from wall to wall, the heat of it enough to turn stone surfaces orange at the edges.
Lord Vine's shadow rose around him like a second skin, protecting him from the attack.
The moment the fire slammed into it, the shadow screamed in pain, the sound high pitched and wrong, but the shadow held, absorbing what it could and insulating what it couldn't.
Noah moved through his own fire, his hand pulled back.
He punched, and his fist slammed into Lord Vine's face, the impact sending him flying through the wall at the corridor's end, the stone blasting apart.
He flew into open air before taking control of his own momentum, hovering in the air.
Noah stepped through the hole after him, joining him in the air. Below them, the hybrids were still fighting the palace guards.
He stretched his hand forward and adjusted the gravity in the air around them, the pressure pulling Lord Vine towards him.
