The battlefield lay in ruin, dust and embers swirling in the violent winds left in Luciel's wake. The air itself felt hostile, heavy with power beyond reckoning. Trevor and Lamair staggered to their feet, battered but not broken. Seraphina and Madeleine groaned from the wreckage, momentarily out of the fight.
Trevor wiped blood from his chin, his red eyes gleaming with unyielding fury. He turned to Lamair, whose dark form was slowly reforming from the damage inflicted. Their gazes met, and in that instant, a silent understanding passed between them.
There was only one choice left.
"Sync," Trevor muttered.
Lamair nodded. "Sync."
The moment the word left their lips, the world changed.
From within them, a deep resonance shook the very foundations of existence.