A few seconds before Rakshasa destroyed the orb in Edgar's office, inside the Ritual dimension, Grace was beginning to understand that this fight had surpassed anything that could be called a dispute between participants.
She remained standing at the edge of the destroyed clearing, with a thin blade of ice floating beside her right hand and her eyes fixed on the two monsters colliding at the center of the devastated field. The forest around them no longer looked like a forest. Centuries-old trees had been uprooted, broken, cut, or crushed against the ground. Ancient ruins, which were probably meant to serve as ritualistic scenery for dramatic encounters between young nobles, had been reduced to craters, loose stones, and broken columns.
Victor and Jake had turned the place into a battlefield.
And the worst part was that neither of them seemed willing to stop.
Jake roared.
