Shining silver blades shot across the wasteland, all heading toward a single target: a thin swatch of black, zooming left and right through the onslaught. He could sense the aura of each and every blade flying toward him, and instantly dodged past them with unconscious ease.

Averyl watched the black flash coming toward him and quickly stopped the stream of knives flying from his chest. He took a step back, redirecting his flow of psynergy from offense to defense, and awaited his ...