Chapter Forty-OneKelia's mouth curled into a furious sneer as she used her Wielding to pull apart the soil keeping Elzaria above ground. The Barjan woman sank even further, with only her top half visible.
“No!” Elzaria ceased her futile struggling against the invisible hands dragging her into an earthy grave, instead directing her vitriol at the one responsible. “I beat you once, I will do it again!” She shoved her hands forward, sending a spherical ball of lightning Kelia's way.
“Mama, look out!” Nyla gasped.
Maeve, crying in pain, scrambled to her feet, interposing herself between the lightning ball and Kelia. Once again, the ball impaled itself on her twin blades, making them glow with an eerie, silvery blue corona. She separated the blades with a loud grunt, ripping the sphere apart
