Somehow, an Adept from the Conclave, wearing their strange mask, was below me. With Lightning Incarnate running in my channels and veins, I reached for his mask, my hands already glowing.
However, quicker than I expected, the Adept suddenly caught my wrist as if he was grabbing a petulant child, and Storm Sense showed me that all of the Adepts had just turned towards me. Their staffs was pointed in my direction, and in the blink of an eye, they released the second volley.
Growling in anger, I pulled my hand from the iron grip of the Adept, losing skin and flesh, even breaking two of my fingers. There was a soft gasp of disbelief from the Adept, but I had already blinked.
I flickered out of the kill zone, but the edge of one spell caught my shoulder, and the flesh opened. Silver blood sprayed out, and the pain was bright and immediate, but this pain was familiar, as I had suffered like this in previous loops… it meant I still had a soul, and I could still fight.
