Himothy cursed one more time in visible frustration. A sentiment that was shared by the dark-skinned, white-haired priestess behind him, who was watching with an equal, and perhaps even greater rage in her eyes. The rest of the Ossuary's major forces — Nocturne, Storm, the Elara vessel, Ailin, and Seer, all watched with varying expressions, but a shared feeling of terrified awe and trepidation was visible on their faces.
Finally, in the distance, the combined output of the Transcendents bore fruit. The incoming sphere of blackness slowed to an absolute crawl under the relentless bombardment of conceptual magic. It reached its maximum threshold of stabilization, shaking violently before collapsing inward upon its own center.
