Anastasia pov

　　Raven lets out a scream of frustration and anger, and from her hands emanates beams of black and red light, thick as poisonous serpents, slithering through the air toward me. The power she exudes is almost tangible, a manifestation of the darkness that dwells in her heart, and when the beams collide with my shield, the impact is like a deafening thunderclap, reverberating through the hall and making the floor tremble beneath our feet.

　　The clash ...