Chapter NineteenElzaria stared at her hands, turning them over in front of her face. Sparks leapt across her skin, only a fraction of the power she commanded.
She dropped her hands to her sides, her eyes falling on the supine form of Mizar at her feet. His limbs were splayed at strange angles, smoke rising from the front of his black jerkin. His head lolled to one side, and for a moment, Elzaria wondered if she'd just succeeded in dispatching the High Mage of Darad to the Great Veil. She leaned in, noting the slight rise and fall of his chest.
Good. She hadn't killed him. Not yet.
She felt the sides of her mouth curl.
She'd just defeated the most powerful male Wielder on Elystra. But it had been more than just besting him in a battle of Wielding, as she had with Kelia. Whatever her ben
