Sage struggled to stay conscious as the pain in her side became blinding. Nikolas recoiled from her in shock.

“Sage,” he said, his normal voice slipping through.

Before she could react, he was thrown away from her. Sage looked over and saw the Elders, marching through the smoke, their robes billowing with emerald rage. Their hands raised as they directed a blaze of fire at him, their spell slamming into Nikolas who slid back, fighting to stay upright. His own ...